The sealed chamber fell silent, it was lit only by the dim glow of the fractured orb Jonan held, the air was tight with dread; even breath seemed to echo like blasphemy in a sacred place.
Jonan approached the throne again, with the shards in hand, he was trying to sense the intention behind the ancient voice, there was no further sound, but he felt as if he was under the observation of someone, which was frightening for him.
He placed his shard into a socket beneath the throne's armrest, and it clicked into place with a soft chime.
Light ran like blood through veins across the floor, connecting to unseen runes along the walls.
Raerin stepped forward, his face was grim, and his spear was lowered in reverence.
"It feels as if we are being tested," he said. "And we will have to use our wits to get out of this situation."
Kedes nodded, gaze shifting between the orb shard and the throne.
