POV Velka
The corridor was dark, still carrying whispers from the past, each step I took echoing quietly against the stone walls. Torchlight flickered, painting restless shadows across my path. No one came here willingly, especially not alone, but tonight I had questions questions only the echoes of this place could answer.
Or so I hoped.
My fingers tightened around the small silver key I'd swiped from the librarian's private study. Stealing wasn't exactly my usual method of research, but desperate times demanded desperate measures and apparently minor thievery. I could almost hear Elyzara's amused reprimand in my head: Since when did you turn into Riven?
I smiled despite myself, shaking off the thought, and pushed open the hidden door to the ruined chamber where we'd shattered that cursed mirror. The room lay cloaked in heavy silence, the air cool, heavy with dust, magic, and memory.
