Deep beneath the gnarled roots of the ancient woods, the hidden tomb pulsed with a sinister energy. The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old magic, the walls lined with fading runes that glowed faintly in the dim torchlight. Shadows danced along the black stone, twisting like living things as the cloaked figure stood motionless before the great sarcophagus, its surface etched with scenes of forgotten battles.
The other figure—tall, broad-shouldered, his hands still smoldering from the flames he’d conjured in his rage—glared at his companion, his dark eyes burning brighter than the embers at his fingertips.
"You tricked me," he snarled, his voice rough with fury. "You f*****g said we had the wrong heir."
The cloaked figure exhaled, the sound almost weary. "I know. But think
