Hadrian moved cautiously through the newly revealed passage, his steps echoing in the vast emptiness. The air carried the scent of old parchment and burning wax, as if time had stood still within these forgotten halls. His fingers traced the stone walls, each etched with intricate runes that pulsed with faint golden light. The magic here was alive—watching, waiting.
He could feel it deep in his bones.
As he walked further, the passage opened into a grand chamber illuminated by ghostly blue flames flickering in midair. A massive stone table sat at the center, and at its heart, a pedestal held something cloaked in a deep crimson cloth.
Instinctively, Hadrian reached out. The moment his fingers brushed against the fabric, a surge of power raced up his arm, and the chamber trembled.
"Heir of the Peverells…"
A voice, ancient and echoing, filled the space. It wasn't spoken aloud, but rather, it resonated within Hadrian's very soul.
"Blood calls to blood. The legacy is awakened."
The cloth unraveled on its own, revealing an obsidian-black book adorned with a silver crest—three symbols intertwined in a familiar pattern: the Deathly Hallows.
Hadrian's breath hitched.
The Peverell Grimoire.
The book of his ancestors. A record of magic long forgotten by the world.
Hesitantly, he opened it. The pages turned on their own, flipping past countless spells, diagrams, and handwritten notes until they stopped at a particular passage.
"To the one who carries our blood, our gift is yours. The world has forgotten what it means to wield true magic. The Hallows were but a fraction of our knowledge. Learn, and reclaim what was lost."
His fingers tightened on the edges of the book. This wasn't just a collection of spells—it was a guide. A map to the true power of the Peverells.
But before he could read further, a sharp pulse of magic snapped through the chamber. The flames flickered wildly, and Hadrian's instincts screamed at him—he wasn't alone.
He turned sharply, magic flaring to his fingertips.
A shadow loomed at the entrance of the chamber, and as it stepped forward, the air crackled with energy.
Hadrian braced himself.
Whatever this was, it was only the beginning.
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