Eclipse walked in silence. The hallway smelled faintly of scorched incense and old stone, the scent clinging to the damp air like a warning. Each step echoed under the arched ceiling, but beneath the sound was a low, almost imperceptible hum—a thrum of dormant magic pulsing in the walls. The air pressed in around him, heavy with unseen weight, like the building itself was watching. Breathing.
His footsteps echoed softly through the Mind Eye Church's long corridor—arched stone hallways flanked by pale statues with blindfolded faces. Flickering lights from mana lamps lined the ceiling like watchful stars, throwing his shadow ahead of him. He didn't rush. Every step was measured, each movement deliberate.
