POV: THERON
The Stone was alive.
Not in any conventional sense, but I could feel it with my fae-enhanced senses—a consciousness woven through crystalline structure, pulsing with ancient purpose and terrible will.
I pressed my hands against the chamber wall near where it floated, closing my eyes to better perceive the magical threads that connected it to the mountain itself.
"What are you seeing?" Morgana asked from her position guarding the tunnel entrance. Beyond her, the sounds of battle filtered through—Kael's forces fighting desperately to buy us time.
"It's not just connected to the mountain," I said, tracing the intricate patterns only my fae sight could perceive. "It is the mountain. Or the mountain has become part of it. Dragon magic has been seeping into this stone for millennia, creating a living magical matrix."
I followed the threads deeper, analyzing the structure with growing horror.
