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Chapter 192: The Relic of the Fallen King

作者: Adelina Beston
last update 公開日: 2026-03-23 17:27:53

Elara’s POV

The silence in the room was absolute, a heavy shroud that made the scratch of my fingernails against the stone sound like a landslide. I knelt by the base of the wall, my breath hitching as I pried the panel further. The masonry groaned, finally yielding to reveal a dry, hollowed-out cavity lined with cedar wood to ward off the dampness of the mountain.

Inside lay a collection of scrolls that looked like they belonged in a museum of ghosts. I reached for the central one, its leather
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