The subterranean room was illuminated solely by the flickering light of one mage’s torch. Shadows adhered to the stone walls as if they were sentient, eavesdropping. Outside, the storm lashed at the ancient manor’s roof, but within, the true turmoil was taking place.A lengthy oak table divided Aelric and Lucien, its top adorned with crimson wax seals, ornate quills, and one black scroll — the agreement. It wasn't paper. It throbbed softly, as though it were alive, connecting itself to anyone bold enough to sign it.“Once you grasp the quill, there’s no way to retreat,” Lucien remarked, his voice smooth yet laced with venom. His eyes sparkled with a desire that was not fully human.Aelric’s jaw clenched. “And what if I decline?”Lucien reclined in his seat, grinning. “Next, the Syndicate locates another mage to be by my side… and you’ll spend your life on the run.” “You're skilled, Aelric… but nobody can run indefinitely.”The atmosphere became heavy enchanted, ominous, and oppressive
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