Dust swirled in the dim light of the forgotten chapel, the weight of the past pressing against the walls like an unspoken curse. The mural of the ancient battle loomed over them, its faded figures locked in eternal conflict—the first kings against the abyssal horrors.
Damien stared at the obsidian door depicted in the center of the battlefield. It was the same as the one in the Dead Isles, the same as the seals they had seen before. But this was different. Older. If this was the first seal, then it had been hidden for a reason.
And now, they had to find it.
Erynn brushed the dust from the base of the mural, her silver eyes scanning the faded carvings. "If this is a map, it's not one I recognize."
Carys crossed her arms. "So where do we even start?"
Dante exhaled, rubbing a hand over his face. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the entire damn kingdom?"
Amara smirked. "At least it'll be a challenge."