Chapter 251

Elodie’s POV

The basement air didn't just smell like damp earth anymore; it smelled like ozone and a dying storm.

As we sprinted through the maintenance tunnels, the gold thread in my chest felt like it was being pulled through a needle's eye.

Every step closer to the Vesta Font made my skin prickle with static electricity.

"The resonance is off," Kiernan said, his voice dropping into a low, pre