Althorian's voice was low and deliberate, carrying the weight of ten thousand years of history. He flipped the yellowed pages of the ancient tome with reverence, the crackling sound echoing in the silent library. The firelight flickered ominously, casting shadows that danced like ghosts on the walls.
"It all began ten thousand years ago," he started, his voice a mix of awe and foreboding. "Seraphina Velarys, the daughter of the Moon Goddess herself, was the rightful queen of Shadowvale."
Devonte and Denzal leaned in, their eyes fixed on the tome. The air seemed to thicken with the gravity of the tale, and even their inner beasts stirred, restless and on edge.
