The ancient voice faded, but the mountain continued to tremble beneath their feet.Scarlett stood frozen, the glowing metal strip clutched tightly in her hand as silver light pulsed through every engraved line. The chamber no longer felt like a forgotten ruin. It felt alive, as though the mountain had been sleeping for centuries and had only now opened its eyes.No one spoke.Even Malachar remained motionless. For the first time since Scarlett had met him, the certainty had disappeared from his face. He wasn't controlling what was happening, he was witnessing it.The crimson light spreading through the ancient wall suddenly stopped.Instead of breaking apart, the symbols began moving across the stone like flowing water, rearranging themselves into unfamiliar patterns before slowly merging into a single image.Scarlett stared in disbelief.It wasn't a map.It wasn't writing.It was a wolf.A white wolf standing between two opposing armies. One side carried the crests of the great packs
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