The Scholars’ Secrets

The battlefield loomed in the distance, but Seraphine's instincts led her elsewhere. While Kaelith strategized with his commanders, she slipped away, drawn to the royal scholars' tent—a place where secrets were buried beneath ink and parchment.

The moment she stepped inside, she knew something was wrong.

Scrolls lay scattered, half-burned. Books torn from their shelves. And in the center of the chaos, a single open manuscript lay untouched, as if waiting for her.

Seraphine stepped closer, her fingers brushing the brittle pages.

The words chilled her blood.

"The Shadowborn will rise when the kingdom is weakest. And when they do, no army will stand against them."

Her pulse thundered.

A war was coming—but this? This was something else.

And Kaelith had no idea.

To be continued…

---