Blood from Xaurier’s palm drops onto the stone, and the arch answers at once. Dust peels away in thin veils, revealing faint runes that pulse with old light.
The Inquisitor goes still. His hand loosens from his blade as he stares at the script, recognition and dread crossing his face.
The Inquisitor
These are not wards. They are the threshold’s record.
Elias kneels beside the boy, one arm steadying him. The child leans forward, wide-eyed, the glowing marks reflected in his face.
The Boy
It looks like it is waking up.
The chapel’s weight seems to lift with the words, the hush turning from threat into revelation. The arch no longer feels sealed, but remembered.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn the threshold’s final secret