ALPHA GOD
It was a haphazard retreat, suggesting either desperation or deceit.
“Search everything,” Sylvester ordered, his voice low but commanding.
Eira sifted through the remains of a shattered crate, while Kaelin examined the walls for hidden compartments. Rayka, drawn to a faint glimmer in the corner, approached a small, ornately carved chest.
The chest was unlike anything she had ever seen, its surface covered in runes that seemed to shimmer faintly even in the dim light. She knelt, her fingers tracing the intricate designs.
“Over here,” she called to Sylvester, who was by her side in moments.