Livia hesitated for a breath, then stepped inside, her curiosity growing with every cautious footfall. And the moment she crossed the threshold, her eyes widened in sheer amazement.
The air in the room was alive.
It pulsed faintly, like the heartbeat of something ancient and powerful. The wide stone table she had glimpsed earlier was now in full view — covered in intricate symbols and runes that glowed in brilliant gold and deep crimson.
They shifted and moved like flowing water, intertwining and separating as if they were alive, forming new patterns every few seconds.
"What… what is this?" she breathed, taking a step closer, unable to tear her gaze away. "I've never seen anything like it."
Caelum approached the table with deliberate calm, his long fingers hovering just above the glowing marks without ever touching them.
"This," he began, his tone low and patient, "is the language of the world beyond our walls."
"The world… beyond?" she repeated, confused but fascinated.
