"The lack of guards is unnerving," Lucifer said as all of them converged inside the central chamber underneath the Central Courtyard.
His voice echoed slightly in the cavernous space, bouncing off ancient stone walls carved with symbols that seemed to shift when viewed from the corner of one's eye. The air was noticeably cooler here, heavy with the scent of old parchment and something else—something metallic and vaguely organic.
"Maybe they're all at the Festival," Rachel suggested.
Rose shook her head, her movements precise as she scanned their surroundings. "Security protocols would never leave this area completely unattended, especially during a high-profile event. Something's wrong."
