pulse
Emily's senses were overwhelmed by the surge of energy. Her pulse quickened in tandem with the relic's, now firmly seated within the ancient machine. Light flashed violently across the chamber, so intense it was difficult to comprehend the scale or function of the device they had just awakened. But amid the chaos, there was a strange calmness within her—a knowledge that, somehow, she was linked to the machine, that this ancient artifact recognized her, and that the tower's secrets were slowly unraveling before her.
Mara and Calem shielded their eyes, wary of the sudden burst of power, but they stood their ground, trusting Emily's judgment. The ground trembled beneath them, as if the tower itself was coming alive.
"What's happening?" Calem shouted over the roaring hum of the machine.