The weight of the scroll in Stella's hand felt heavy, not from its material but from the gravity of its contents. The relics were within reach, but the knowledge of their locations came with an ominous promise of danger. The elites of Harlow had hidden them for centuries, and taking them now, amidst the growing threat, would not be easy.
Stella, Bryan, Logan, and Sylvia gathered around a table in the dimly lit archives, studying the scroll with furrowed brows.
"There are three relics," Logan said, his finger tracing the ancient map etched onto the scroll's surface. "One beneath the mayor's estate, one in the catacombs under the old cathedral, and one in the mountains near the city's edge."
"Of course," Bryan muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "They couldn't have been hidden in easier places, could they?"
