Leo was certain there was a suppressing presence deeper inside the tomb. Ethan, on the other hand, felt absolutely nothing.
That alone unsettled him.
He had always trusted his instincts, especially his sixth sense, the intangible awareness that had saved him countless times. It had never failed him before. The idea that it might be wrong now sat badly in his gut.
Still, Leo's reaction forced him to pay closer attention. When he focused, he realized something was off. His soul senses were not gone, but they were muted, dulled in the same way light itself was swallowed by the walls. Whatever coated this place did not merely absorb illumination. It dampened perception.
