"Bring your weapons, since you were so eager to use them."
Caelum and Moses crossed the threshold together.
The chamber beyond the sealed door made the one outside feel like an antechamber built for guests. This room had no banners, nor any polished floor pretending House Morgain needed beauty to prove anything. It was enormous, carved deep into the mountain, with a ceiling so high the mana crystals above looked like frozen stars trapped in black stone. Dense mana occupied the air with the pressure of deep water, sinking into bone, lungs, armor, and thought.
Moses felt it first through his horns.
His jaw tightened. The demonic blood in him reacted by instinct, pushing back before he could tell it not to. Purple veins of aura crawled once beneath his armor, angry at being pressed down. He forced them quiet.
