They dotted the inner curve of the dome above, hundreds of them, all different sizes, all carved into the stone and glass, and just like the ones carved on the [Mouth of the Abyss]'s floor, watching.
And now, they blinked.
Every single eye opened at once.
A noise filled the chamber, a rustling sound, like the turning of a thousand pages in unison. The lights dimmed, and then one of the paths lit up with a faint golden glow.
Miles stared at it. He didn't recognize the symbol carved into the path, but he felt something inside pull toward it, like gravity working sideways.
"This one's for us." He said.
"How do you know?" Sarissa asked, already checking their flanks.
"Because it's the only one that isn't pushing us away." Miles glanced at her. "You feel it, right?"
She hesitated, then, after a moment, nodded.
"Yeah. Like… All the others are screaming 'wrong'. That one's just… Open."
Miles smirked, and they crossed onto the chosen path.
