Leila sat in the library, Leon’s journals stacked before her. Candlelight burned low. She turned each page with care, her lips moving as she read line by line.
Virelle stood close, palms over the journals. A soft blue glow lit the pages as she whispered. Letters shimmered faintly, as though ink hidden for decades rose to the surface at her touch. “I can see the hidden ink, the words he pressed too lightly. I will read what eyes cannot.”
Leila did not look up. “Then do so. We must know if Leon knew of Aeon.”
Virelle’s eyes narrowed on the pages as the glow from her hands pulsed brighter. Her voice was steady. “So far, nothing but battles, names of lords, records of meetings. He wrote much, but revealed little.”
Leila turned another page, her eyes scanning. “Leon was secretive and never
