The sanctuary was quiet.
Elias sat alone in the chamber, the ancient book open on his lap, his fingers tracing the faded symbols. The Primordial Light pulsed behind him, casting warm shadows across the pages. He had been studying the book for weeks now, trying to unlock its secrets, to understand the warning it contained.
The balance was fragile. The Primordial Light was the key. And somewhere, hidden in the depths of the archives, there was a solution.
But he couldn't find it.
You are pushing yourself too hard, the shadow said. You need rest.
Elias shook his head. "I can't rest. Not while there's still a threat."
The threat is not immediate. The light is protected. The sanctuary is secure.
Elias closed the book. "I know. But I can't shake the feeling that I'm missing something. Som
