Lor closed his eyes.
His breathing slowed visibly. His fingers twitched once at his sides. The coin wobbled, then rose smoothly.
It rotated slowly an inch off the floor, then two. A faint hum filled the air.
The lantern seemed to dim slightly, as if the light itself was being drawn inward.
Eva watched with the quiet attention of someone who had seen this many times and still found it remarkable.
Viora's eyes were locked on the floating coin, her shoulders slightly tense, somewhere between wariness and fascination.
She had seen it once before in the abandoned classroom, but it still affected her.
Lor's eyes opened. A white-gold glow shone from them.
When he spoke, his voice had dropped into that deep, layered register, the Guiding Light weight behind every word.
"Two seekers. One ritual space." A long pause. "The Light… is curious."
He turned his glowing gaze to Eva first. "What guidance do you seek, child?"
