The singing stars above Nova's crib created harmonies that seemed to resonate in frequencies beyond normal hearing, and with each note, the transformation of the nursery accelerated. The soft carpet beneath their feet shifted to polished marble that gleamed with an inner radiance, while the walls expanded outward, growing taller and more magnificent with each passing second.
"Welcome," Samantha said with a serenity that made her voice carry despite the chaos erupting around them, "to the Chamber of Light."
The lead Elder—Maeve—spun toward her, robes billowing as she fought against the invisible barriers that continued to deflect her magic. "This is impossible. We verified the layout of this structure. There was no chamber of this description."
