King Gulben walked quickly through the corridor of his palace, his long strides echoing off the marble floors. His expression remained composed but there was a fire of determination in his eyes. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulder as a leader yet he moved with purpose, knowing the lives of his people and the fate of his world depended on his next actions.
He arrived at the throne chamber and stopped before an unassuming section of the wall. Without hesitation, he drew a small blade from his side and made a precise cut on his palm.
Blood welled up and he pressed his hand against the stone surface. The wall responded instantly. A faint blue light tracing ancient Magical rune that had been hidden for centuries.
The wall shifted and parted, revealing a hidden compartment. Inside lay a black book bound in worn, ancient leather. Its surface was engraved with silver symbols, pulsing faintly as if sensing the presence of the King's blood.
