Varaan halted at the edge of the nearest sigil, her expression tightening, though her features remained as cold and unreadable as ever. Still, Kai knew her well enough to see the tension in her stance—the way her hand drifted to the blade at her hip, not drawn, but near. She studied the markings in silence, her eyes flickering with the faint red glow that came when her instincts sharpened, when blood memories stirred in the back of her mind. "They knew we'd come," she said finally, her voice low, the words almost stolen by the wind. It was not a statement made in fear, but in acknowledgment. A fact. A truth that weighed as much as the mountain.