SpacewavesThe air in the vault grew thick with the scent of incense and something far more intoxicating—decadence given form. The treasure, piled high with relics of forgotten empires and cursed artifacts, shimmered under an unnatural light. Then, without warning, the shadows *rippled*.
A laugh, honeyed and cruel, slithered through the chamber.
**"Mine."**
**"Run. Or stay."**
The vault stood empty.