The chamber was dimly lit, with shadows flickering on the walls. **Darios** sat before a glowing orb, his silver eyes fixed on the swirling images inside it. His jaw tightened as the vision became clear—a young woman, alive and glowing with a light he could not ignore.
He shot to his feet, his chair crashing to the ground.
“She’s alive,” he growled. His voice echoed in the empty room. “I thought I killed her at birth. Yet here she is.”
Darios paced, his anger building. He clenched his fists and muttered, “Callos.”
Moments later, the door creaked open. **Callos**, his manservant, stumbled inside, head bowed. Before Callos could speak, Darios raised his hand and uttered a spell.
“*Phígmato ston aéra, afónos kai ypákouos.*”
Callos froze, his body lifted off the ground by an
