The orb in my hand hummed with an unsettling energy, its runes glowing faintly under the dim light of the back alley. It felt warm, almost alive, like it had its own pulse.
I squinted at the intricate symbols carved into its surface, trying to make sense of them. They had this ancient vibe, like they were lifted straight from a forgotten tome of forbidden knowledge.
I opened my mouth to ask Agnos—because he seemed to know everything—but he cut me off with a dismissive wave of his paw.
"Don't bother," he said, not even glancing back. "It's not the time for you to understand what the runes say. And stop staring at that thing like it's going to whisper secrets," Agnos muttered, throwing me a glance over his shoulder.
I scowled. "Maybe if someone explained what these runes actually mean, I wouldn't have to stare."
