Incubus Reborn: Sleepless promise
“Barely.”
Kael’s voice cut in, urgent. “The wards are down. Move.”
The iron door groaned as he pushed it open. Inside, the reliquary glowed with pale light, its shelves lined with relics, scrolls, and artifacts. The air hummed with power.
At the center, resting on a stone pedestal, lay the talisman.
It was small, no larger than her palm, carved from obsidian etched with glowing runes. Its light pulsed faintly, like a heartbeat, casting shifting shadows across the chamber.