The streets of Arcanis were quiet as Marcus, Elara, and Selene made their way toward the Grand Archives. The city, unaware of the threat lurking beneath its surface, carried on with its nightly routines. Lamps flickered softly in the crisp night air, casting long shadows across the cobblestone streets.
But Marcus couldn't shake the sense of unease. Each step toward the Archives felt heavier, as if the city itself was holding its breath.
"Elara, you're quiet," Marcus said, glancing at her.
"I'm thinking," she replied, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. "Kael wasn't bluffing. The Abyss is already here, hiding in plain sight."
Selene nodded. "And if we don't find its source soon, Arcanis will fall before it even realizes it's under attack."
Marcus's gaze hardened. "Then we need to move fast."
The Grand Archives
