Truth

Adrian and his companions spent the entire day inside the grand library of Eldoria, combing through ancient texts and records in search of any clue about the amulet. The towering bookshelves held volumes of forgotten knowledge, yet none seemed to provide the answers they sought. The scent of aged parchment filled the air as they flipped through page after page, frustration slowly settling in.

"This is hopeless," Maya sighed, rubbing her temples. "We've been at this for hours, and there's nothing useful."

Lila, leaning against a nearby shelf, closed the book she was reading and sighed. "The amulet's history is either too well-hidden or deliberately erased from records."

Seraphina, who had been quietly skimming through an old manuscript, finally pushed it aside. "Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place. If the amulet's origins are so ancient, there might be other ways to uncover the truth."

Adrian, who had been deep in thought, finally closed the tome in front of him. His body ached from sitting too long, and his mind felt drained. "Let's call it a day. We won't find anything if we're exhausted."

With reluctant nods, they left the library and returned to the inn. The warm glow of lanterns welcomed them as they stepped inside, the exhaustion evident in their faces. Adrian barely made it to his bed before collapsing onto it. His mind, heavy with unanswered questions, succumbed to sleep almost immediately.

But the moment his eyes shut, he found himself in a different place.

A strange world unfolded before him—a life unfamiliar, yet eerily connected to him. Unlike the past life he remembered from the dungeon, this one was different. He saw a version of himself standing atop a great battlefield, clad in royal armor, wielding a blade infused with celestial energy.

Around him, warriors fought with supernatural abilities, their eyes filled with reverence as they followed his lead. He felt a surge of emotions—pride, sorrow, betrayal—all at once. The vision shifted, and he was now in a grand hall, a majestic throne before him. But before he could see more, a voice echoed through his mind.

"Who are you really, Adrian?"

His eyes snapped open, his heart pounding. Sweat dripped down his forehead as he sat up, breathless. Was this another memory? Or something entirely different?

One thing was clear—his past held more secrets than he had ever imagined.