Icy seawater slammed against the rocks below, the impact echoing like distant thunder. The three of them descended with the vortex until, at last, their boots struck solid ice.

  In that instant, the world seemed to stop.

  Before them rose a palace of ice and stone fused together—its outer walls fractured by ages of pressure and cold, yet still standing upright, like a giant that had endured since the dawn of the world. Auroras spilled from the heavens, filtering through thick layers of ice and casting a dim, blue radiance over the ruins, as though the structure itself were submerged beneath frozen light.

  The air was sharp enough to cut skin. Each breath crystallized at their lips, frost forming almost instantly.

  Erika clenched the jade pendant in her hand. She could feel the qi in her meridians reacting violently to the environment, pulled and twisted by forces far older than her cultivation. She spoke under her breath:

  “This doesn’t feel like a tomb… it feels more like—”

  “A heart?” she finished quietly.

  Lucas crouched and brushed his fingers across the carvings etched into the ice. The symbols pulsed faintly, brightening and dimming like living veins beneath translucent skin. His gaze narrowed.

  “Not a heart,” he said.

  “A lock. Three layers.”

  Jabari stood beside them, short blade in hand. Blue flame flared along its spine, but the fire wavered, thinned, as if struggling to exist. His voice was low.

  “The air here is devouring flame.”

  Erika inhaled sharply. Before any of them could act, the stone gate at the far end of the corridor slammed shut with a thunderous boom.

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  The ground split open.

  From beneath the ice, countless frozen pillars erupted upward in a violent surge, tearing through the air with piercing shrieks. They rose like a forest of spears—an army of lances—hurtling straight toward the three of them.

  “Move!” Jabari roared.

  He brought his blade down in a wide arc. Blue fire exploded outward—then dimmed instantly upon contact with the ice, crushed into a dull glow as if smothered by something unseen.

  Erika gritted her teeth and snapped her fingers. Talismans ignited into streaks of cyan light, surging forward to seal the incoming pillars.

  The moment the light touched the ice, it died.

  The backlash slammed into her chest. Qi surged the wrong way through her meridians. Her vision blurred, and she nearly collapsed.

  The walls of the relic were layered with sigil-locks. Any attempt to interfere triggered another response. Erika and Jabari tried again—once, twice—each time forced back by overwhelming suppression.

  When Lucas reached out—

  The sigils dimmed on their own.

  As if recognizing him.

  “The talismans… they’re being suppressed!” Erika gasped.

  “Don’t move,” Lucas snapped.

  He slammed both hands against the ground. The runes reflected in his lenses began to spin wildly.

  From his lips spilled a string of ancient syllables—low, resonant, drawn out in a cadence that did not belong to any living tongue. The sound carried weight, rhythm, something older than speech.

  Boom.

  The ice pillars froze in midair.

  Held.

  As if seized by an invisible hand.

  A heartbeat passed.

  Then another.

  The pillars shattered simultaneously, collapsing into a storm of powdered ice that drifted through the corridor like falling snow.

  Silence returned.

  Only the sound of their own heartbeats thundered in their ears.

  Erika stared at Lucas, stunned. The jade pendant at her chest was hammering violently now, responding—recognizing something buried deep within that voice.

  “That language…” she asked hoarsely.

  “What was it? And why do know it?”

  Lucas didn’t answer.

  He adjusted his glasses, his back rigid, and said only, “Let’s move. We don’t have time.”

  For a brief moment, Erika’s breath caught. Then her expression hardened.

  She followed—but she couldn’t keep the words back.

  “Lucas,” she said, her voice echoing through the blue-lit corridor, “what are you still hiding from us?”

  The sound lingered, swallowed slowly by the darkness ahead.

  Lucas stopped.

  He did not turn.

  The air pressed down on them, heavy and absolute, as if the entire relic were holding its breath.

  Waiting.