The hum in the cavern deepened, a subtle vibration that resonated through the very stone. Ignis's molten-gold eyes, usually so calm, held a heightened intensity.
He stood near the entrance to the main chamber, not touching his hoard, but his gaze sweeping over it with a renewed possessiveness.
"The alignment is upon us," Ignis announced, his voice low, gravelly pronouncement. "The air thins. The boundaries waver."
Ash felt it too. A prickling sensation across his skin, like static electricity, growing stronger with each passing moment. The **Frost Titan** stirred within him, no longer just a chaotic force, but a coiling serpent, sensing the change.
Maya's hand instinctively went to her bow, her knuckles white. Jagu let out a low, guttural growl, his hackles rising, his golden eyes fixed on the pulsating dais.
Outside the cavern, a low, resonant thrum began to fill the air, echoing through the molten rock. It was a sound both ancient and new, a grinding of cosmic gears.
