The seam didn't respond.
Lindarion kept his hand there for another ten seconds, just to be sure. The surface remained inert. No temperature shift. No sound. Not even a mana ripple.
If there was a mechanism buried under the stone, it was older than anything his core could interface with.
He exhaled quietly.
Nothing.
He opened his eyes. Lira stood across from him, arms folded. Still watching. Luneth was near the entrance now, not pacing, but not still either.
She was lingering, like someone who had heard a word whispered at the edge of sleep and was trying to catch it again.
Kael adjusted the strap on his back, eyeing the chamber's symmetry. "So that's it?"
Stitch spoke from beside him. "No reaction. No aura. No residual feedback."
Sylric knelt beside the seam and ran a coin edge over it. It didn't catch. Just glided clean over the curve. "Door's not sealed," he said. "It's dormant."
Lira didn't move.
"Or dead," she said.
