The buzzing was only just fading, a residual vibration that seemed to emanate from the stones themselves. The group hung on her every word, every soldier on edge, scanning the horizon of motionless ruins.
"A resonance, you say?" repeated Maggie, slowly lowering her weapon. Her officer's gaze analyzed the situation, weighing risk against gain. Plunging headlong with twenty exhausted men into a maze of stones, potentially trapped or inhabited, was madness. But ignoring Elisa's new instinct, now tied to this place, was another kind of folly.
"Tonar, your opinion?" she asked, without taking her eyes off Elisa.
The warrior observed the young woman, then the temple with its shattered dome. "Walking as a group here is like poking a hornet's nest with a stick. If something sleeps in these stones, we'll wake it." His gaze shifted to Zirel. "Zirel and I are used to discretion."
