Chapter 6: The Mark of the Forgotten Lineage
Kairo stood silent, the torchlight from the Vault flickering across his face, casting long shadows that danced over the ancient stone walls. The scroll lay open before him on the marble altar, its silver-inked words shimmering as though alive, pulsing with forgotten power. Kaelen had already stepped back, as if instinctively sensing that something sacred—something dangerous—was about to unfold.
The script on the scroll twisted before Kairo’s eyes, foreign yet familiar. Not read with the mind, but felt with the blood. As he stared, pain lanced through his head. He staggered back, clutching his temples as visions tore through him like lightning.
A battlefield—wolves clashing beneath a crimson moon.
A baby torn from a weeping woman’s arms.
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