Elian crouched, tracing the glyphs in the air. "They look like memory root-spirals. From before watchers grew in the sky." Jude walked the ring's edge, his boots crunching burned stalks. "It's marking something. A place of old power. The watchers led us here for a reason." The stone pulsed again. This time brighter. A ripple of light echoed into the trees. Then came the hum. Low. Deep. Resonant. It vibrated in their chests, through their bones. Laurel stepped into the ring before anyone could stop her. She knelt and placed both hands on the slab. "It's showing me something," she whispered. Her eyes fluttered. Jude took a step forward, but Stella held him back. "Let her. If the watchers brought us here, we must trust them."