CHAPTER 51: THE RED DOOR
LUCIEN'S POV
I heard it the exact second it happened from my vantage point at the passage entrance.
It traveled directly through the solid stone—a low, resonant, vibrating thrum, the unmistakable sound that ancient, sealed things make when something finally disrupts the perfect equilibrium they've been resting in for a very long time. It wasn't an explosive sound, nor was it violent. It felt more like a long, heavy exhale from a colossal entity that had been forced to hold its breath for over a decade.
