The silence inside wasn't just quiet—it was heavy. Different from the stillness outside. The kind that felt like the whole place was holding its breath.
The snow was gone now, but the cold hadn't left. It had settled into the walls, changing shape. Not freezing and not biting. Just waiting.
The stone no longer looked like normal stone. The walls were covered in symbols—layers of them, drawn over each other without care.
Some were old. Others looked broken or unfinished. If you stared too long, a few seemed to shift, like they were made from something more than just stone.
Lilith stepped forward. The normal floor started showing cracks that would have broken the tiles.
However, some kind of force was preventing them from breaking, as the structure remained the same as before.
Nevertheless, the air pulled back slightly, as if it didn't want her there. Her coat brushed the ground as she moved, and her heels made no sound at all.
