The Eye of Solomon gleamed ominously in Salomonis's hand, its fractured surface catching the light and refracting it in strange, unnatural patterns. The artifact radiated an aura of mystery and unease, a relic burdened with a dark legacy. Salomonis's expression hardened for a moment as memories of his family's trials flickered across his mind.
The Eye was a symbol of both their power and their curse—a weight he bore as the last heir of the great mage Solomon. Still, it was his responsibility to keep the artifact safe, no matter the cost.
With a practised ease, Salomonis slid the orb back into his pocket, his golden gaze meeting David's unyielding sapphire eyes. Suspicion lingered in the young swordsman's expression, sharp and unrelenting. Salomonis broke the silence, his tone measured yet probing. "You've piqued my interest, David. Tell me—how do you know about the Eye of Solomon?"
