“Is that…?” Tristan trialed off and glanced at Aeon before his eyes returned to the drawing. “Don’t tell me thats—”“Haven.” Aeon confirmed, dread coiling around his heart.

Both men exchanged looks as the realization dawned on them. The paintings in front of them were just ancient artworks, they were actually warnings, probably speaking of the future and what was to come. But how was that possible?

“This….” Tristan stepped closer, tracing the carved lines of the silver ...