Ankyra Sound it's the moments we achieve

exhaustion stole the last of val's energy as he ducked under the familiar eaves of the weatherstone.

the grotto. he stared back at it, and swore it hissed as he passed the threshold.

miette -- where was miette? now astera, too. his voice had gone raspy from calling them both. sobeille! astera! his drawn voice seemed to fade, each echo growing weaker and weaker as it rebounded down the endless tunnels.

he hated being here. though he took his first breaths in these halls, he recognized for what it truly was. old bones restlessly turned in this place, their spirits sighing as they paced back and forth while sapphique's aventurine pressed on in search of sapphique's missing daughters.