Felix stood in the chamber, awe and calculation etched deeply into his features as he surveyed the labyrinth of symbols surrounding him. The space was unlike anything I had ever seen—a vast, intricate web of lines, curves, and ancient runes, all carved with the precision of a master craftsman whose work transcended time itself. The air buzzed with an almost sentient energy, humming with a strange resonance that seemed to emanate from the stones beneath our feet. They weren’t just stones—they were something more, as if they held a latent consciousness, watching, waiting for Felix to make his move.