The plan was delicate—a spider's web with threads so thin, they'd disappear if someone looked too closely.
This wasn't just about getting my hands on a relic.
To secure what I truly needed, I'd set my sights on a ring—the only ring that could provide a bridge between myself and the Runic Talisman of Subjugation.
This ring, known as the Hexglyph Seal, wasn't just jewelry.
Stealing it wasn't just a matter of quick hands; no, that would be too obvious.
This was Saint Eldred Royal Cathedral after all.
Everyone, from the lowest cleric to the Archbishop himself, held a keen awareness of every relic's location and protection spells.
They'd sense immediately if a relic was taken by force.
Instead, I planned to make it look like an unfortunate, bloody accident—one with a perpetrator they'd never suspect.
The murder I'd planned was, admittedly, ambitious.
This was the cathedral, after all.
