"So, it has arrived,"
Adams turned the envelope over in his hand, studying its intricate design. It shimmered faintly under the moonlight, as though infused with divine energy. The edges glowed with a soft, golden hue, and the seal bore an unfamiliar insignia—a serpent coiled around a mask, its eyes seeming to follow his every move.
"Interesting," Adams murmured, more to himself than anyone else.
With a small wave of his hand, he gestured for John to leave. "Thank you, John. That'll be all."
John gave a respectful nod and exited the room, closing the door behind him.
Adams broke the seal effortlessly, his movements calm and deliberate. Inside was a letter, equally divine in appearance. The parchment shimmered faintly, with runes etched along the borders that glowed faintly in a soft silver light. The handwriting was sharp yet elegant, each word appearing as though it had been written with precision and intent.
