Signs Of Time: Unknown Connected Souls

Ruvon's laughter died in her throat. The bubbling joy of finally being here, of finally belonging, vanished, her happiness vanished in an instant. It was subtle at first, like a pressure building in the air, a weight that slowly pressed down on her chest. But soon, it became undeniable. The darkness throughout the academy, once silent and stagnant, began to shift. It writhed, stretched, and swirled in unnatural ways, moving as though it had its own will—an unnatural pulse that sent a chill crawling across her spine.

She froze.

The sudden change was too strong. Too alien. Yet familiar—

Her instincts screamed. Her feet felt like they were cemented to the floor, her body desperate to move, to run, but she couldn't—she felt trapped by the sensation, rooted in place.

A voice thundered through her mind, clearer and more urgent than it had ever been before.