Evelyne sat in silence long after Lyria left, her mind racing.
A hidden library. Secrets locked away. A forgotten key.
She had known, deep down, that her marriage to Azrael was more than just a political maneuver. But she hadn't expected the truth to be buried beneath centuries of erased history.
The Forgotten Archives.
The name itself sent a chill down her spine. If it truly held knowledge too dangerous for the world, then how had it remained hidden for so long? More importantly—why?
Evelyne exhaled sharply. No more waiting.
She pushed herself off the bed, wincing as her muscles protested. Azrael's training had left her body sore, but she had no time to rest.
The door creaked open as she stepped into the dimly lit corridor. She had no map, no clear direction—but instinct told her the Archives wouldn't be found in the well-traveled halls of the fortress.
They would be buried beneath it.