The atmosphere in the mansion was thick with anticipation. Amon and Lilith sat side by side in the grand library, the glow of the fading sun filtering through the large windows, casting long shadows across the shelves of ancient tomes and scrolls.
The weight of what Lilith had recently learned from her mother, combined with Amon's growing understanding of his powers, filled the air with a sense of urgency.
"We need to know more," Lilith said, her voice steady but laced with determination. "About Albaz, about our powers, about why all of this is happening."
Amon nodded in agreement, his eyes scanning the shelves. "There has to be something here that explains it. Kiana and Avilyn know a lot, but even they seem hesitant to talk about Albaz. There's more to the story, something we're missing."
