The Glass Expanse was not silent.
Lyra realized this only after standing perfectly still for several heartbeats, waiting for the expected quiet to settle. Instead, a low vibration thrummed beneath her boots—soft, steady, and unsettlingly rhythmic.
The land was breathing.
She swallowed hard and shifted her weight. The translucent ground pulsed faintly, light flowing beneath its surface like veins carrying something luminous and alive.
"Kael," she whispered, afraid that raising her voice might shatter something important. "Please tell me you feel that too."
Kael had already frozen. His hand hovered inches from his sword, jaw tight, eyes scanning the endless glass horizon.
"Oh, I feel it," he said. "I just wish I didn't."
Above them, the sky reflected itself in broken fragments—mirror shards suspended in violet air. Lyra caught glimpses of herself in them, dozens of versions blinking out of sync, some smiling when she wasn't, some looking afraid before she felt it.
She hugged her arms. "This place is wrong."
"Yes," Kael agreed. "Which means it's working exactly as intended."
They took a step forward together.
The glass did not crack.
Instead, it sang.
A deep, resonant hum rolled through the Expanse, vibrating up through Lyra's legs and into her chest. It wasn't loud, but it was everywhere—inside her bones, behind her eyes.
She gasped, staggering slightly. "That sound—"
"—don't listen to it," Kael said quickly. "It gets inside your head. Focus on something else.Your breathing. Anything."
Lyra nodded, forcing herself to inhale slowly, counting the breaths. One. Two. Three.
The hum faded to the edges of her awareness, like a nightmare she refused to remember.
They moved again, slower now. Each step felt like a question the land had to consider before allowing it.
Then the glass ahead of them rippled violently.
Lyra stopped short. "Kael—"
"I see it."
The surface bulged upward, light condensing, sharpening. A figure emerged—tall, humanoid, its body composed of angular facets like living crystal. Light refracted through it, casting fractured rainbows across the ground.
Its face was smooth, featureless—except for a single vertical slit where eyes should have been.
Lyra's breath caught. "Is that—"
"A Glasswarden," Kael said under his breath. "Guardian of the Expanse."
The creature's gaze snapped toward her.
Not looked—locked.
A voice echoed directly inside her mind, cold and resonant.
BEARER DETECTED.
Her satchel burned against her side.
Kael stepped in front of her instantly, sword sliding free with a whisper of steel. "She's not here to be judged."
The Glasswarden raised an arm. The glass beneath them shifted, edges rising, sharpening into translucent blades.
ALL BEARERS ARE JUDGED.
Lyra's heart slammed against her ribs. She felt suddenly small, fragile—an intruder in a place that remembered things older than fear.
"I didn't choose this," she said, voice shaking despite herself. "I didn't ask for the map."
THE MAP CHOSE YOU.
Something inside her snapped.
Not terror. Not despair.
Anger.
"That doesn't make it right!" Lyra shouted. Her voice echoed unnaturally, bouncing between the mirrored sky shards. "You don't get to decide people's lives without asking!"
The map surged free of the satchel, floating between her and the Glasswarden. Its symbols burned brighter, lines twisting and rewriting themselves in frantic motion.
The Glasswarden froze.
Its arm lowered slightly.
EMOTIONAL VARIANCE DETECTED.
Kael blinked. "Did you… confuse it?"
Lyra stepped forward, heart racing. "I'm not a weapon. I'm not a key. I'm a person. And if this world has rules, then it should learn to deal with that."
The hum intensified, vibrating violently now.
For a terrifying moment, Lyra thought she'd made everything worse.
Then the blades sank back into the glass.
The ground smoothed. The pressure lifted.
The Glasswarden tilted its head.
IRREGULAR RESPONSE.
BEARER DISPLAYS ANOMALOUS TRAITS.
Kael exhaled sharply. "I like her."
The creature's attention shifted to Kael.
The slit in its face widened.
UNBOUND BLADE DETECTED.
Kael stiffened.
Lyra frowned. "What does that mean?"
Kael didn't answer.
YOU DEFY DESTINY ROUTINELY, the Glasswarden continued. YOU WALK PATHS THAT REFUSE TO REMAIN FIXED.
Lyra turned slowly toward Kael. "Kael…?"
"Later," he said tightly. "I promise."
Cracks spiderwebbed across the Glasswarden's body. Light leaked from within it, spilling onto the ground like liquid starlight.
THE EXpanse STIRS.
THE HEART AWAKENS.
Lyra's stomach dropped. "The heart of what?"
But the Glasswarden was already dissolving, breaking apart into shards of light that sank beneath the glass as if swallowed.
Silence followed.
A heavy, listening silence.
Kael sheathed his sword with deliberate care. "That," he said, "is very bad."
Lyra let out a shaky laugh. "You say that like it's news."
They continued walking, though Lyra's legs trembled now. The reflections in the sky shifted faster, showing scenes she didn't recognize—cities burning, crowns shattering, a lone girl standing with the map as the world bent around her.
She looked away, heart pounding. "I don't like what it's showing me."
"Good," Kael replied. "It means you're still you."
They crested a ridge where the glass sloped downward into a massive basin. At its center rose a structure that stole Lyra's breath—a towering spire formed of interlocking crystal plates, glowing faintly from deep within.
Kael stopped.
"The Prism Spire," he said quietly. "No one reaches it by accident."
Lyra swallowed. "That's where the heart is."
Kael nodded. "And whatever just woke up is waiting for us there."
The map pulsed once—slow, deliberate.
Agreement.
Lyra straightened, fear and resolve tangling in her chest. "Then we don't run."
Kael glanced at her, something like pride softening his expression. "You're learning fast."
"Don't encourage me," she muttered.
As they descended toward the spire, the Glass Expanse breathed again—deeper this time, slower.
And somewhere within the crystal tower, something ancient smiled.
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