Seraphina climbed the mirrored tower at dawn. From its high deck, she watched the children of Luminara below. She had pulled thousands of small ones from harm. Now she wanted more. She wanted to find a child with a hidden gift, one who might guard others the way she had. But the open world was too loud. Raw Force could surge through an untested child and burn them. She needed quiet walls. She needed safety. So she walked to a hollow in the rocks and began to shape it. She set glowing crystals along the stone steps. She fixed soft panels into the walls until the chamber hummed with calm light. The wards held. Nothing could leak in. Nothing could leak out. Then she placed a small wooden chest on the floor. Its carved panels hummed gently, waiting. When a frightened child opened it, the hum would fade, and any hidden spark inside them would answer. The chamber was ready. Tomorrow, she would bring the first child inside.