[Temple of Lord Urzan—The Hidden Sanctum—Continuation]
Silence followed the revelation.
Not the absence of sound—but the kind that pressed inward, as though the stone itself leaned closer to listen.
Levin stood unmoving.
The words "authority over time" had not struck him like thunder. They settled instead—heavy, patient—like a crown placed upon the head before one realizes its weight.
"I—" He stopped himself.
The well at the center of the sanctum pulsed once, faint and deliberate, the surface of its darkness rippling as if stirred by an unseen breath.
Levin looked down at his hands; they were steady.
"No," he said at last, voice calm but threaded with something deeper. "I do not feel… power."
Arkhazunn watched him closely, every instinct screaming that this was the wrong response—the response of those most dangerous to the world.
