Emerging from his secluded sanctuary, William embraced the newfound depths of his existence, fueled by the ancient knowledge that now coursed through his veins. The awareness of Old Magic, a potent force known only to the gods, beckoned to him—a mystical power waiting to be harnessed.
As he delved deeper into the mysteries of Old Magic, William discovered its secrets, including the art of chantless teleportation. With a mere thought, he could traverse vast distances, moving effortlessly through the realms with an innate connection to the fabric of existence itself. Armed with this extraordinary ability, he set his sights on the orphanage, where Mrs. Harrington's origins awaited his investigation.
Arriving at the familiar threshold of the orphanage, William's mind buzzed with curiosity. What secrets lay hidden within the enigmatic past of Mrs. Harrington? And what connection did she have to the world he had left behind? As he stepped through the entrance, memories of his time in the orphanage flooded back, mingling with the weight of his newfound knowledge.
He sought out the records, sifting through faded documents and forgotten histories in search of any trace that could shed light on Mrs. Harrington's origins. The orphans who had once shared his journey remained, their eyes filled with a mixture of innocence and resilience, mirroring the path he had walked before.
As the pieces of the puzzle began to align, a startling revelation emerged—a revelation that spoke of a lineage intertwined with ancient powers and the forgotten realms beyond mortal comprehension. Mrs. Harrington's origins were steeped in mystery, reaching far beyond the boundaries of the orphanage and into a world filled with hidden truths.
But as William delved deeper into the investigation, a foreboding presence loomed on the horizon. Whispers of a looming threat, a darkness gathering strength, reached his ears.