Ardan PoV

The day started with Draven standing at my door with his face as hard as stone. In his hand, he held a tiny, black book that contained his riddles and diagrams. I gestured towards the door, signalling him to come inside.

“You look like hell,” I said sadly, pointing at the chair on the other side of the desk.

“I’ve been having visions again,” he stated uncomfortably. The gravity of the situation was evident in his tone. “It’s about the relic.”

I tensed. “The one that came with the magic that was tied to Gloria?”

He nodded. “Yes. But it is even more dangerous than one could have...