White-gold residue climbed from every broken statue before Ferra finished stabilizing the western archive. Matching light rose from the six roof fragments, joining the same narrow path inside the upper wall.
Her forge-light Wing closed around the visible current without catching any material. The residue passed between her suspended tools, carrying no heat, weight, or metal Ferra could hold inside a receipt.
"It is following an archive ward route," she said, tracking the ascent through her gauges, "whatever waits above already belongs to this building's inventory."
Didi looked toward the sealed ceiling beyond the restricted catalog bay above their position. A secure stair above that aisle ended inside the royal coronation store, where ceremonial armor remained between reigns.
