Chapter 48: Whispers in the Dark

The artifact sat in the middle of the Storm Reaper's workshop, encased in Evelyn's reinforced containment device. Its eerie glow pulsed in slow, deliberate beats—like a heart trying to communicate. The crew gathered around, tension thick in the air.

Lucien crossed his arms. "Alright, let's crack this thing open. Gently. Preferably in a way that doesn't kill us."*

"No promises!" Valeria chirped, already adjusting her goggles.

Evelyn shot her a look. "We're not blowing it up, Valeria. We're studying it."*

"I mean, we could blow it up," Rosie suggested. "Solves all our problems, yeah?"

"Except the part where we still don't know what it is or why it's hunting Lucien," Marion pointed out. "Not to mention, explosions have a way of… making things angrier."*

"It's not a thing; it's a key," Selene said quietly.

Lucien turned to her. "You know something."*

Selene hesitated. Her fingers brushed the hilt of her blade, as if weighing how much to say. "The Phantom Syndicate once pursued artifacts like these. Forbidden relics of an age before ours. They weren't just powerful—they were alive. Some believed they were remnants of a war older than history itself."*

Victoria, who had been silent until now, stepped forward. "Lucien Drake. If this artifact is a key, it implies there is a lock. And if there is a lock… there is something waiting behind it."*

The thought sent a shiver down his spine.

"So, what do we do?" Marion asked. "We can't keep running. The Crimson Hand won't stop. And now these things are after us too."*

Lucien exhaled. "We dig. We find out what this thing is, what it unlocks, and why the hell it's tied to me."*

"And if we don't like the answers?" Rosie asked.

Lucien smirked. "Then we improvise."*

The artifact pulsed again, its glow intensifying.

Somewhere, in the unseen depths of the world, something stirred.