The group stood, gathered around a table, staring down at a book placed at the center, its words emitting a soft, ethereal glow. Azrael's eyes narrowed as Elder Zephosz's slender, pale fingers carefully flipped through the pages.
"What does it say?" Vespera asked. The texts in the book were written in an ancient language, one that could only be understood by a few individuals, including Elder Zephosz.
Elder Zephosz's gaze shifted towards a specific section of the book where the mention of the Soul Stone caught his attention, the ancient script illuminating his face. "The Soul Stone," he began, running his fingers over the pages, keeping his voice low and measured. "is a relic of immense power, capable of corrupting the very essence of those who possess it. It is said to bear a unique aura, a shimmering darkness that sets it apart."
