Later that night…
"So, what do you want to do tomorrow, Jack?" Sophia asks as she prepares for bed. (Of course, we're staying in separate rooms.)
"I kinda want to go to the black market again," I reply.
She raises an eyebrow. "Huh? Why?"
I hesitate. We need better Chameleon Earrings. The ones we have now are decent, but not enough to fool experienced enchanters. A Master Enchanter with Enchanter's Sight could easily see through our disguises.
Just as I'm about to explain, my vision is abruptly consumed by the image of a massive reptilian eye. A strange force tugs at my consciousness, pulling my attention to my left pocket.
"Jack, what's wrong?" Sophia's voice sharpens with concern.
I reach into my pocket, fingers brushing against something familiar. When I pull it out, the sight of it sends a chill down my spine—the mysterious card. Or, as Sophia called it, the Basilisk's Invitation.
