Chapter 099
Lucian's POV
The air in the Raventhorn archives was dust-filled, and the wood floors were so old that they creaked as I walked. Every movement brought back centuries of silence, and the dusty light from the windows made history seem to dance. I looked for hours, shifting from one dark spot to another, touching the books, hoping to find something. All the little memories from the past felt heavy and stuck in my chest, just waiting to be found out.
I was breathing shallowly, and every breath tasted of mold and memories. I could sense the air around me—heavy, unmoving, and full of anticipation. The room was completely quiet as if the archives were holding their breath with me. Moments lasted longer, and seconds became minutes, and minutes became hours.
Then, at last, it occurr
