Darkness swallowed them almost immediately the moment they entered.
The hidden passage behind them sealed shut soundlessly, leaving only a faint strip of silver light running across the ceiling overhead.
For a brief moment, neither of them spoke.
The atmosphere inside the treasury felt completely different from outside.
Colder.
Heavier.
Even the air itself carried a strange metallic scent, like oxidized steel trapped underground for too long.
Luna unconsciously moved slightly closer toward Logan.
"This place seriously feels cursed."
Logan didn't disagree.
The academy treasury wasn't simply a storage facility.
It was where the academy hid things too dangerous, valuable, or unstable to leave elsewhere.
Some items inside were harmless.
Others…
not so much.
The narrow corridor stretched deeper underground in complete silence while faint mechanical echoes occasionally bled through the walls, distant and irregular, like something shifting behind sealed stone.
