Salomonis leaned forward, his sharp gaze fixed on David. "So, if you're a seer, does that mean you already know much about me?" he asked, his tone laced with curiosity and skepticism.
David shook his head with a slight chuckle. "That's not how it works."
Salomonis raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Oh? And how does it work, then? This 'seer' skill of yours?"
David's eyes narrowed, his expression unreadable. "Enough with the games, Salomonis. You didn't bring me here to interrogate me about my abilities."
The minister smirked, raising his hands in mock surrender. "Fine, fine. I'll drop the act." He leaned back in his chair and brushed his chin thoughtfully. "Where to begin…" His eyes brightened with an idea. "Ah, yes." He reached into his pocket and pulled out the artifact—the Eye of Solomon. The fractured patterns on its surface shimmered under the fading sunlight, casting intricate reflections on the stone archway.
