Kane’s POV

I’m hunched over the leather-bound records in the dim light of the archive, my hands steady despite the chill crawling along my spine. The air is thick with dust and centuries of secrets, the scent of old parchment and candle smoke mingling in a way that makes me feel like I’ve stepped into another world. One where knowledge was power… and power was deadly.

I turn the page carefully, the parchment brittle beneath my fingers. The letters are archaic, scrawled in a language ...