Elian's POV
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"Even if she's somehow draining this pool," Aurora broke the silence. "How? There aren't any entry points and the palace wards prevent teleportation within its walls, right?"
"Garrick has control over the wards." Kyren heaved. "Let's not forget that."
"Even if he does," Elowen shot, "the wards protecting this chamber are separate from the ones around the rest of the palace. He can't possibly break or manipulate them."
As they continued bickering and bringing up possibilities, Elian crouched. His head tilted slowly as he reached out a hand toward the silver water.
He couldn't risk directly touching any form of divinity linked to the goddess—so he stuck to hovering a palm just a few centimetres away from its surface.
'Pull up a scan of the chamber wards.'
[Running scan…]
Within a couple of seconds, the system generated a detailed map showing him the layout of every ward in the chamber, as well as the purpose of each connection of runes making up the wards.
