Chapter 26
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-13 23:57:58

The smoke that bled from beneath Vazquez’s tomb curled unnaturally, thick and cold like frostbitten silk.

It didn’t rise, it crept, trailing across the black stone floor like fingers searching for warmth. The lanterns on the walls flickered and dimmed.

A faint humming sound, deep and rhythmic, echoed from below. Mason stood frozen, heart hammering.

“What… is that?” Norra asked, stepping closer to the edge of the tomb. Her voice sounded far away, muffled by the growing pressure in the air.

“A second vault,” Mason whispered. “The shard didn’t destroy the curse. It peeled back a layer.”

John, still pale, backed up against the stone wall. “No one said anything about another vault.”

“No one knew,” Mason said. “Not Elara. Not Edgar. Vazquez planned deeper than we thought. The tomb… was just a lid.”

Norra drew a rune in the air, casting a detection spell. The rune shimmered, turned green, then hissed and died.

“Magic’s being suppressed,” she said.

“No,” Mason corrected. “Swallowed.”

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