Charlie was silent for a long moment, his face pale but his gaze steady. Finally, he broke the silence. "Those two girls… they're descendants of an ancient fighter family, much like ours," he began, his voice heavy with resignation.
"Their family has guarded a key for generations; a key tied to a specific ritual. It's said to be critical for activating something ancient… though I don't know what exactly."
Katim's brow furrowed as he leaned in slightly, his curiosity clearly piqued. "A key? A ritual? You're going to have to be more specific."