Dax presses the memory shard to the rune line. The green thread flares, and the roots around them throb with a deep, answering pulse.
The Exiled Prince
Careful. If that thing wakes fully, none of us may hold it.
The tunnel shivers. Light crawls over the shard, then spills into the seam ahead like sap finding a wound.
Heilyn
It is not just a lock. It is a memory of one. Keep it aligned, or we call something far worse.
The minotaur tightens its grip on the carved green sliver, eyes wide as the threshold outline forms in the dark. The Prince leans forward, greed fighting terror.
The Exiled Prince
The way in is opening. If it can be taken, it is still mine to claim.
The rune line brightens to a hard, steady beam. Beyond it, the passage begins to define itself, one dangerous step closer to whatever waits under the roots.
Keep the memory shard aligned with the rune line
+ New Item Acquired
Memory shard