Chapter 54 The Monster Beneath The Prophecy (Expanded)

• The ground trembled.
• Not a gentle shake—no. It was the kind of trembling that felt alive, like the earth itself was breathing in fear. Dust slipped from the cavern ceiling, drifting through the dim air as ash swirled around them like dying fireflies desperately clinging to their last moments of light.
• Lucien tightened his grip on the broken staff until his knuckles burned white. The ancient runes carved deep into the cavern walls flickered violently—one moment glowing a warm, steady gold, the next bleeding into a sick, pulsing red that seemed to throb with each heartbeat.