Lyra
The room we entered was dimly lit.
Its walls were lined with tall shelves packed with bottles, carved bones, and metal weapons. I saw relics, feathers, and old scrolls too.
A faint incense curled from a nearby lamp, its scent spicy and crawling into my lungs.
At the center of the room stood a man dressed in black and white robes. I recognized the robes as the same as the old man’s outside the door.
The dim light in the room cast across the man’s face, making his features appear clearly.
He looked…peculiar. Not old, not young, but his skin told tales of many years lived. His pale green eyes were deep and unreadable, and they blinked continuously, its repeating movement making me feel slightly dizzy.
Alpha Caine, the man said with a smile, revealing a set of pearly white teeth. “
