POV: Caleb
Now the palace stood on the edge of panic because a royal adviser was murdered beneath the tunnels, which changed everything.
This was no longer an isolated attack. It was infiltration, corruption, and a possible conspiracy.
I walked through the underground chambers with General Varric beside me while guards inspected the scene.
The adviser lay against the stone wall with his throat torn open and burned into the floor beneath him...
A silver crescent symbol of the Forgotten. Again.
Varric looked furious. "The killer wanted us to find this."
Yes. This was not merely murder. It was a message. My gaze shifted toward the ancient tunnel walls. Water dripped steadily somewhere deeper underground.
My mind snapped to childhood tales. I remembered the old stories of sealed ruins
