WREN'S POV
The air was heavy with an unspoken tension as I sat in the library, the journal open before me. Anneliese’s deciphering had unearthed more questions than answers, but the pieces were beginning to fall into place.
The pendant rested on the table, its soft glow almost hypnotic. As I traced its surface with my fingers, a sudden surge of energy coursed through me, pulling me into a vision.
I stood in a grand hall, its walls adorned with golden tapestries and glowing orbs of light. At the center of the hall was a man with piercing blue eyes and a commanding presence. He was speaking to someone; a woman whose silver hair shone like the moon. The sorceress.
Their words were faint, muffled as if they were speaking underwater. But their emotions were clear; her fury, his calculated i
