Following Illumina's awakening, the draconic are restless as something that has been hidden underneath the crust of the earth for centeries have been disturbed.
A mistake, a ruin, an attempt that untimately failed just like every human's attempt for...
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'' intervention ''
Gabriel parker
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As I push open the heavy wooden door, the musty scent of aged parchment and enchanted wood wrap around me like a comforting cloak. This is no ordinary library; this is a sanctuary of knowledge where the boundaries between reality and magic blur into a shimmering haze.
This small library of dreams was Icarus's precious writing room from back when he was a prince. A studio library full of things we would be facing terrible dangers if fell into the wrong hands.
Every corner of the studio library teems with the whispers of ancient spells and arcane secrets—my heart quickens at the thought of stepping deeper into this realm. Something welling deep in my gut as I remembered Icarus's showcase of power against Bandit a while back.
This is proof of his ability to make the rest of us fear defying him in the way that Bandit had.
He didn't have to worry about that from me, as long as he fed my experiments and allowed me to do what I desired while keeping me out of jail I was pleased to do whatever he desired.
As a member of Nightshade, it was my job to do that.
The room is softly illuminated by the warm glow of floating orbs, each pulsating with a life force of its own. They drift lazily, casting shadows that dance along the rows of shelves lined with mahogany and oak. Each shelf is a treasure trove, packed tightly with tomes and manuscripts that seem to breathe with a life of their own.
I reach out to trace the spines of the books, each one a portal to a different world, a tapestry of vibrant tales and spells waiting to be unraveled.
My fingertips brush against a particular volume bound in midnight-blue leather. The title, embossed in gold filigree, reads "The Chronicles of Elemental Convergence." I can almost hear the whispers of wind, water, fire, and earth as they call to me from its pages.
As I journey deeper into the library, I encounter an array of magical artifacts displayed on ornate pedestals. Each one is unique, steeped in history and mystery. A crystal orb, suspended in mid-air, shimmers with ethereal light, its surface swirling with visions of far-off lands and forgotten times.
It beckons me closer, promising to unveil secrets if I dare to touch it. I hesitate, sensing the power it holds, the times I've read whispering of the perils that come with tampering with fate.
However, something horrified me more than the pure power of the artifacts in the King's artillery.
An empty podium.
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Artifacts
Book Of Shadows
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Date: November 8th, 2024
ꪊꪀꪻ꠸ꪶ ꪀꫀ᥊ꪻ ꪻ꠸ꪑꫀ ᥅ꫀꪖᦔꫀ᥅. . .
❝𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫❞
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