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The Necromantia is pretty much alive, a dark and evil entity that was sealed and contained by the Keepers, for ages they held and protect it keeping it away from someone who might use it wrongly, to use it for evil or bring chaos to the land. The book was under the possession of the keepers, they have nine artifacts, sealed, hidden, and protected by each channel of the keepers. He has known this information back when he was a member of the organization, it was thought to them. There are nine Seals attached to each artifact, once broken all of the upper tiers of the keepers (Their officers and highest-ranking officials) will be notified by the assigned protectors of each Seal. Nine items, nin

I stuck out my bottom lip slightly and gave him my sincerest look. He stared at me for a moment, and I thought for sure he was going to kick me out of the library. I knew he wouldn’t be persuaded by the puppy dog look, but to my surprise, he sighed and turned his laptop to face me. “It’s about the lost city of Endovier,” he explained. “It’s a prequel to my last release. If you’ve read my series, Enchanted Cove, then you’d know what Endovier is—”

I had to investigate obviously. A scroll amongst all the other scrolls on this shelf is drawing my eyes to it uncontrollably. Chapter 16: The Lost Library of Lunar Lore In the heart of the lycan kingdom, nestled amidst a forest of towering ancient trees, there thrived a small and cherished pack known as the Nightshade Keepers. Theirs was a unique responsibility, a sacred duty passed down through generations—to house the world's knowledge in a repository of books, a treasure trove of wisdom and moonlit lore.

Then the Keeper appeared beside them. Then: "Before the Crowns." Silence. Then: "Before the Throne." Then: "Before the prison." The city shimmered. Alive. Thriving. Perfect. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. Reasonable honestly. Then Rowan pointed. Then: "Hold on." Pause. Then: "If this place existed..." Then: "What happened to it?" The Keeper's smile disappeared. Immediately. Then: "The same thing that happens to every civilization." Silence. Then:

The mothers gathered in her room, trembling, as Elena read aloud from the first chapter: “There is no such thing as a finished city.” She read to them every night, sometimes only a page, sometimes an entire chapter if the guards were sleeping light. The text was technical, at first—schematics and protocols for self-repairing cities, polities designed to reforest ruins, the old thought experiments of a time before the freeze. But then, buried deep, there were other things: wild, fictional instructions for making your own home from garbage and frost, seeds for growing bread in airless dark, stories of children who outlived not just catastrophe, but the memory of it.

“But time has a way of reminding people what really matters.” He nods, gathering his things. “Let’s hope so. For now, try not to blow up my lab while I’m gone.” “No promises,” I say dryly, and his laughter follows him out the door. I move to the other desk, where my laptop is already open. A series of digital images fill the screen, scans sent by one of Josh’s archivists from his pack’s private library. The Book of First Light. The oldest surviving text on celestial beings. I can’t believe I’m even considering this as a possibility, but I’m out of ideas at this point.

Finally, they dumped my barely conscious body into the smelly gutter behind the hotel. "Ha, you pathetic loser!" one of them spat. "You think you can fight Mr. Xander for the family inheritance?" The other added, "Yeah, what a joke! You belong in the gutter." The bodyguards cursed as they walked away. Just then, the sky opened up, and a thunderstorm began, as if nature itself wanted to shatter all the fake promises. I lay there, crying in the pouring rain. "Why, God? What did I do wrong for you to do this to me?"

It was like searching for a needle in a haystack, and with every passing minute, the urgency only grew. But then, as I was about to give up for the night, something caught my eye—a small, weathered book tucked away on the bottom shelf. Its cover was faded, the title barely legible, but there was something about it that drew me in. I carefully pulled it from the shelf, the pages brittle and yellowed with age. The title read, *The Lost Chronicles: A History of the Ancient Magics*. My heart raced as I opened the book, scanning the pages for anything that might be relevant. It wasn’t long before I found a section that made my breath catch in my throat.

There was peace in the deep, and a stillness I hadn’t realized I’d needed. We kept going. Eventually, the seafloor changed. The terrain smoothed into wide-open sand beds, broken occasionally by crumbled stone pillars, scattered statues, and the skeletons of long-forgotten buildings, now worn by time and tide. Vines of coral and sea moss wrapped around the broken walls like gentle hands, reclaiming what once was. I slowed, pulling gently on Kairos’s hand. “What is this place?” Kairos looked at the ruins with a softness in his eyes. “This is the Lost City,” he said. “It was once the heart of our people. My great-grandfather lived here, long before the migration.”

We need to find the key" he said. His man that just entered furrowed his eyebrows. He had no idea what was happening. "Lost blood? Key?" He thought. "How do we find the key master?" He asked. "It's no ordinary key. It's a book. That book can lead us to the girl once the power is activated. That means, once she has reached the age to be sacrifice, the book will be awoken" he said. "Oh" he murmured and lowered his gaze. Slowly, he was understanding how everything worked.