Torn by Obsession
Ancient scrolls, maps, and old tomes lay scattered across the stone, but it was the center of the room that caught Sophia’s attention.
In the center of the vault stood a large stone pedestal, and on it was a thick, ancient book. The cover was carved with intricate symbols, and it radiated an energy that felt both familiar and terrifying.
“I’ve seen this before,” she whispered, reaching out to touch the book.
Rafael stepped closer, his body tense. “What is it?”
Sophia’s fingers brushed against the cover. A faint hum echoed in the room, and the air around them seemed to shift. She could feel it—the connection to her bloodline, something deeper than she had ever imagined.
Sikat na Kabanata