The dawn light cast long shadows across the weathered stones of the Luminal Temple, its golden rays filtering through the stained-glass windows to paint the marble floor in prismatic hues. High Keeper Solaine stood at the center of the ancient chamber, her silver-streaked hair pulled back in a tight braid, her weathered face set in concentration. For three days and nights, she had worked without rest, and her exhaustion showed in the dark circles beneath her eyes and the slight tremor in her hands.