The Laws That Should Not Be Controlled

The cavern's heat pressed against them, a constant, suffocating force that made every breath feel heavier than it should.

Kaelred stood motionless, his eyes locked onto the pages of the ancient tome, his fingers gripping the fragile parchment with a tension that betrayed his unease.

He had found the runes.

But what he was reading was far beyond anything they could hope to handle.

"…This isn't just some protective enchantment," Kaelred muttered, his voice shaky, his breath coming slower as he processed the enormity of what he was seeing.

Argolaith glanced up from where he was testing the shifting runes on the ground. "What do you mean?"

Kaelred's eyes never left the tome. His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that made Argolaith pause.

"These runes… they're controlling the laws of heaven and earth."

Argolaith stiffened, his brows furrowing. "What?"