As the dust began to settle from the intense battle, Silver approached the shadow lady who had saved her. Her curiosity was piqued, and she couldn't ignore the burning question in her mind.
"Hey, why did you save me earlier?" Silver asked, her tone a mix of gratitude and genuine curiosity.
The shadow lady turned to face Silver, her dark veil shifting slightly as she moved. Her eyes, though partially hidden, seemed to hold a secret. She paused for a moment, letting the silence stretch, creating an air of mystery around her.
With a soft, enigmatic smile, the shadow lady replied, "Because you belong to him."
Silver frowned slightly, puzzled by the words. The shadow lady turned away, her form blending seamlessly into the darkened landscape, leaving Silver to ponder the hidden connection implied in her mysterious answer.
As the remnants of the battle faded, Rosa approached Silver, her eyes filled with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Silver," she began, her voice tinged with urgency, "why didn't you block that attack earlier? I know you could have."
Silver turned to Rosa, a faint smile playing on her lips. "Didn't you see the ability that child was using?" she replied, her eyes sparkling with intrigue. "I wanted to know more about them, but she had to intervene."
Rosa frowned, her brow furrowing. "But she left you with a riddle instead."
Silver chuckled softly, her gaze drifting to where the shadow lady had vanished. "Yes, she did," she admitted. "But sometimes, riddles lead to the most interesting answers. We'll figure it out, Rosa. We just need to be patient."
Rosa sighed, shaking her head. "You always were the curious one," she said, though her tone held a hint of admiration. "Just be careful next time, okay?"
Silver nodded, her expression turning serious. "I will," she promised, determination clear in her voice. "There's more to this than we know, and I intend to find out what it is."
Riven leaned back in his chair after sending the message, his thoughts swirling. "I guess it is time for me to get the answers that I require," he mused to himself. The anticipation of the upcoming meeting at the Grand Library filled him with a mix of determination and curiosity. He knew that this encounter with Diablo could unveil secrets and truths that had been hidden for too long.
As the remnants of the battle faded, Rosa approached Silver with a mix of curiosity and exasperation, her thoughts racing back to all the times she had interacted with Riven, unaware of the connection.
"Silver," Rosa began, her voice low, "I've been thinking about what you told me regarding you and Riven. Why didn't you ever tell me you had a brother?"
Silver sighed, her expression as unreadable as ever. "Rosa, some things are better left unsaid," she replied cryptically.
Rosa couldn't help but laugh, shaking her head. "You know, I can't believe it. All those times I gave Riven extra training drills, harder punishments for messing up... Only to find out he's the brother of one of the strongest Archmage! Talk about awkward!"
Riven sat in the grand library, the majestic space filled with towering shelves of meticulously organized books. The high ceilings and large windows allowed streams of natural light to flood the room, highlighting the beauty of the ornate woodwork and elegant architecture.
Seated in a plush leather armchair by a grand window, Riven was deeply engrossed in an ancient tome about vampires. The book, though old, was well-preserved, its pages crisp and filled with intriguing lore. The vibrant atmosphere of the library created a perfect backdrop for his reading, making the knowledge within the book feel even more alive.
As Riven delved deeper into the mysteries of vampires, the sound of the library doors opening drew his attention. Diablo, a figure not easily categorized as friend or foe, entered the grand library with purposeful steps.
Diablo's keen eyes immediately spotted Riven, and he made his way across the room with practiced elegance. When he reached Riven's side, he leaned forward slightly in a gesture of respect. "Young master," he intoned with a low, respectful voice, his head inclined in a courteous bow.
Riven sat in the grand library, the majestic space filled with towering shelves of meticulously organized books. The high ceilings and large windows allowed streams of natural light to flood the room, highlighting the beauty of the ornate woodwork and elegant architecture.
Seated in a plush leather armchair by a grand window, Riven was deeply engrossed in an ancient tome about vampires. The book, though old, was well-preserved, its pages crisp and filled with intriguing lore. The vibrant atmosphere of the library created a perfect backdrop for his reading, making the knowledge within the book feel even more alive.
As Riven delved deeper into the mysteries of vampires, the sound of the library doors opening drew his attention. Diablo, a figure not easily categorized as friend or foe, entered the grand library with purposeful steps.
Diablo's keen eyes immediately spotted Riven, and he made his way across the room with practiced elegance. When he reached Riven's side, he leaned forward slightly in a gesture of respect. "Young master," he intoned with a low, respectful voice, his head inclined in a courteous bow.
Riven looked up from his book, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Diablo, drop the act," he said, his tone firm. "Tell me what is a demon like you doing in our home."
Diablo straightened, his respectful demeanor remaining intact. His expression, however, became inscrutable, revealing nothing. "Young master," he replied carefully, "whatever do you mean."
Riven's gaze hardened, his patience wearing thin. "Enough with the evasions, Diablo. Answer the question."
As Diablo observed Riven's display of power, a flicker of genuine surprise crossed his usually impassive face. It wasn't often that he encountered such raw strength, especially from someone so young.
He leaned back in his chair, studying Riven with a newfound respect. It's remarkable he thought to himself, how someone of his age can possess such formidable power. It takes other demons hundreds of years to reach this level of strength, yet here he is, almost as strong as I am.
Diablo's mind raced with possibilities and questions. Riven's rapid growth in power was an anomaly, a rare occurrence that defied the usual laws of their kind. He couldn't help but wonder what had brought about this extraordinary transformation.
"Young master," he said aloud, his voice tinged with a mix of admiration and curiosity, "your abilities are far beyond what I would expect from someone who had no ability and of your age. It's something that takes others centuries to achieve."
Riven met Diablo's gaze, his eyes calm but resolute. "I've had to grow up fast," he replied simply, not offering any further explanation.
Riven then shifted the focus back to the present situation. "But enough of that," he said, his tone firm. "We should return to the matter at hand."
In an instant, the grand library faded away, and Riven and Diablo found themselves standing inside a torn and dusty castle. The dilapidated walls and broken windows hinted at a once-grand structure now ravaged by time and neglect. The air was thick with dust, and the eerie silence of the castle added to its forlorn atmosphere.