(Chapter 51:Lorenzo's Pov)
The temple held its breath.
Lorenzo could feel it—the shift in the air, the thickening of unseen forces coiling around them like a predator ready to strike. Mira trembled in his arms, her body too warm, as if fire itself burned beneath her skin. Yet she remained unconscious, lost in whatever storm had been unleashed inside her.
Then the whispers began.
They slithered through the air, curling around him like unseen fingers, voices that spoke in tongues long forgotten. The walls of the temple groaned as if something ancient had been disturbed. Shadows flickered, stretching unnaturally, moving where there was no light.
Vincenzo's eyes swept over the shifting darkness, his usual arrogance replaced by sharp wariness. "This isn't good," he muttered.
The ground beneath them shuddered.