Shadows Beneath the Ice

The resonating hum of Ithrial's core slowly faded, leaving the group surrounded by an eerie silence. The city seemed alive, responding to their every movement, but there was an undeniable sense of foreboding in the air. The walls shimmered faintly, pulsing as if the city itself was drawing breath, and the distant echoes of shifting structures whispered promises of ancient secrets and unspoken dangers.

Daniel stood near the pedestal, his claws still glowing faintly from the energy transfer. He could feel the heart of Ithrial within him, a pulsing connection that tethered him to the city's ancient power. Yet, along with that power came a deep, unsettling awareness—a presence that seemed to stir in the depths, beyond their sight.

Kellan broke the silence first, his voice tinged with unease. "So… we woke up a city. Is it just me, or does it feel like we might've stirred up something we shouldn't have?"