Chapter Ten: The Seer’s Shadow

The library had become Aaliyah’s sanctuary, though it often felt more like a tomb. She prowled its endless shelves day after day, searching for fragments of knowledge hidden in brittle parchment and dust. The words swam before her tired eyes, legends of gods and curses blurring together, yet she pressed on. Each page she turned felt like prying open the past itself.

It was on the third evening that her fingers paused on a spine wedged so tightly between larger tomes it seemed determined to remain forgotten. The leather was cracked, the title long erased. She pulled it free and nearly sneezed as dust plumed into the candlelit air.

Inside, the script was faint, almost erased by time, but her eyes caught on a phrase repeated again and again. 'The Weaver sees beyond the moon. The Weaver speaks where the goddess is silent.'

Her pulse quickened. She turned page after page, finding cryptic references to a seer, older than the oldest records, who had once lived in the borderlands between the