"The Artisan is waiting. But be careful what you ask for. Some truths cannot be untold."
Alicia glanced at Apollo before they moved toward the door. A brief look passed between them, as if they came into a silent agreement to remain silent. The door opened and they continued walking into the dark, every step felt heavy, and there were doubts if they could really get something in this trip, but they buried those to continue. They stepped into a narrow, dimly lit hallway that seemed to stretch into the shadows, their footsteps barely making a sound. It led to a steep staircase descending into the basement of the old building, the air growing colder with each step.
At the bottom, they entered a room filled with ancient maps, faded parchments, and magical artifacts, these objects serve as a testament to that man's knowledge and interests.
The room smelled of dust as if it hadn't been clean for a long time, however, in a strange way it was also chaotically neat.
