C73 The Echoing Sigils

The basin flame held steady.

Its glow reached outward, licking the edges of the old runes that stretched across the city’s walls like veins. As light touched them, the sigils responded—soft pulses of red, then gold, then a warm silver-green. Each color sang differently.

Elin traced a set of symbols along a crumbling column. “They’re not just words,” they whispered. “They’re... stories