The chamber was vast and silent, its oppressive stillness broken only by the faint crackle of ancient candles flickering in unseen drafts. The towering bookshelves stretched upwards into the shadows above, filled with crumbling tomes and forgotten knowledge. The stone floor was uneven, worn smooth in places by countless footsteps long faded from memory. At the center of it all stood the pedestal, and atop it, the book — a relic of power, glowing faintly with an eerie light.
Caroline stood frozen, her eyes locked on the book. Its soft, silvery glow reflected in her wide, unblinking gaze. The voice—that voice—whispered in her mind, clearer than ever before.
"Ven… tócalo. Todo lo que eres, todo lo que fuiste, te está esperando aquí."
Ezra stood just behind her, his sword gripped tightly in
