C28 What The Guardian Gave

I come back to myself gasping, sprawled across cold stone, every nerve in my body screaming like I've been turned inside out and stitched back together wrong. My mouth tastes of copper and ash, and when I try to swallow, my throat burns like I've inhaled smoke.

The chamber around me has changed entirely.

Where Elowen's ritual circle once glowed silver and hungry, now only scorched