As Luciano hurried back to the vehicle outside The Lexicon of Archives, the setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over the horizon. The last rays of light seemed to playfully wink at him, creating a sense of urgency as he quickened his pace. When he made his way past Aurelius in the bustling main lobby of the lexicon, his heart pounded in his chest, the rush of adrenaline heightening his senses.
The tattered fabric of his shirt clung to his skin, concealing the glowing orb he had managed to secure. The orb nestled against his skin, a reminder of the daring feat he and the mortal had just accomplished. He had successfully evaded the bemused Aurelius with some nonsensical mutterings under his breath who had her intense gaze fixed on him as he made his way out of the library.
