I can’t stop thinking about the blue sparks. They weren’t just light—I felt them shift when I got close to the Monolith. Like the air itself was breathing. Vex was right about the Glowmist Predators, but he didn’t know how much I’ve been watching. I saw the shadow in the obsidian veins last night—something that wasn’t supposed to be there. My stomach’s still tight, but that’s not the worst of it. The worst is that I keep walking back to the ruins. The same path, the same stones. I don’t know why. Maybe because that’s where I found the pendant, or maybe because the ground feels older than me. Vex says I’m too quiet, but I don’t think he knows how much I’m listening. The sparks are getting closer, and I don’t want to be the one who sees what’s coming.
Day 1: Nyx’s Journal
