The morning sun cast a gentle glow over Aetheris, illuminating the city's spires and casting long shadows on the cobblestone streets. The light brought a fragile sense of calm after the stormy night that had come before. Alaric and Adrian sat in a quiet corner of the citadel's library, poring over the documents and notes they had gathered from their recent encounter with Jareth.
Alaric's fingers traced the edges of a letter, his eyes scanning the cryptic messages written in Jareth's distinctive script. "His words were deliberately vague, but there are patterns here," Alaric said, more to himself than to Adrian. "He spoke of shadows and a grand scheme. What kind of conflict is he referring to?"
Adrian leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms. "Whatever it is, it's clear we're not dealing with mere clan rivalries. Jareth's mention of forces beyond our understanding implies something far more sinister."
