The journey to the old monastery was anything but smooth. The road twisted through dense forests, the towering trees casting long shadows as the sun dipped lower in the sky. I sat in the back seat, wedged between Lucas and Cassian, Lucas driving and Cassian sitting in the passenger seat beside him, feeling the tension of our earlier conversation still thick in the air.
“So, this monastery,” I said, breaking the silence. “What exactly are we expecting to find?”
Lucas, who was deep in concentration, probably attentive not to get us lost, smirked. “Answers, hopefully. Though knowing our luck, we’ll probably get more cryptic nonsense that leads to even more questions.”
Cassian sighed, rubbing his temple. “I got the sense that the journal we’re looking for was very meaningful to you in one o
