Kaelion followed Nyx through the darkened corridors of the hidden compound, the weight of the conversation still heavy on his mind. The flickering torches cast long shadows on the stone walls, the faint glow illuminating ancient symbols etched into the surfaces. Kaelion couldn't shake the feeling that these symbols were more than just decoration—they were warnings, signs of the power that had once thrived here, and perhaps still did.
"Where are we going?" Kaelion asked, his voice quiet in the silence of the winding hallways.
Nyx didn't look back, but his pace remained steady, the sound of his boots echoing faintly in the distance. "We're going to the Library of the Ancients," Nyx replied. "It holds the knowledge you'll need to understand the power inside you. You can't wield it until you know its full extent."