Morvane stood frozen, his mind racing with the flood of revelations that had just unraveled before him. He stared at the ancient scroll in Crimson's hands, its intricate symbols and cryptic words still fresh in his mind. His hand moved on its own, reaching out toward the scroll.
The moment his fingertips brushed the surface, an eerie chill spread through the room. The scroll reacted instantly, slipping from Crimson's grip and hovering in midair. Its once-faded parchment darkened, turning pitch black, while the ancient symbols and writings glowed a foreboding red.
"What in the world—?" Crimson muttered, gripping his twin katanas tightly as his crimson eyes widened in shock.
Medas, who stood mere steps away, tensed. "Morvane! Get back!" he shouted, rushing to shield him.
