It didn’t take long for everyone to gather in the study. Dominic had clearly been busy, papers spread across the large circular table, all tied together with post-it notes, thumbtacks, and strings, creating a tangled web of information. Amara, Arthur, and Olivia sat down around the table, taking in the mountain of research as Dominic stood over it, his eyes scanning the documents with intense focus.
After a few moments, Dominic looked up from the papers, his eyes lighting up with a sense of determination. “I’ve narrowed it down,” he said, his voice steady. “The tomb of the Ancient One is located in the dense forests of the Carpathian Mountains in Eastern Europe. It’s hidden beneath a forgotten fortress, long abandoned and lost to time.”
Cirian leaned back in his chair, his eyes distant a
