"Cursed idol, huh? Let's see…"
Kael studied the idol again, narrowing his eyes. There were no engravings, no sigils of dark magic.
It simply looked... ordinary.
Too ordinary.
Seraphina folded her arms. "If there was a spirit bound to it, I would have sensed it. But there's something... off."
The shopkeeper huffed. "Don't care what it is. You want it, take it. Just don't bring it back."
Kael hesitated for only a second before reaching for it.
The moment his fingers brushed the surface—
—his vision flickered.
For a split second, he wasn't in the shop anymore.
He was somewhere else.
A pair of glowing eyes—slitted like a predator's—stared back at him from the abyss.
And then, just as quickly, the vision vanished.
Kael sucked in a breath. His grip on the idol tightened, feeling its unexpected weight settle into his palm. "What in the hell was that…"
