Madeline held Seamus's hand abruptly, forcing him to stop mid-run. Her grip was tight, almost instinctive, as she leaned closer and whispered, "Something's wrong, Seamus. I can feel that strange source of energy again."
He frowned. "What do you mean?"
"The same one from Corvane's manor. I can't pinpoint where it's coming from, but…" Her voice dropped even lower.
"Can you hear that sound? Like dozens of small things scraping along the ceiling. It reminds me of rats running in the dark."
Seamus narrowed his eyes. He already understood what she meant. The possibility settled heavily in his chest. If the same kind of experiment had been conducted here, then this place would never have meant to stay hidden for long.
"Seamus! Come here!"
Andrew's shout echoed sharply through the corridor. Seamus flinched, then followed the sound with Madeline close behind.
