Chapter 122 - Into the Raven's Sanctuary

"The Raven's Sanctuary," I whispered, staring at the ancient map spread before us. My fingers traced the ominous raven symbol marking the Whispering Caves—our destination, our only hope, and possibly our doom.

Alaric's jaw tightened as he studied the faded inscription. "Corvus Fane," he muttered. "This complicates matters significantly."

"You think this guardian might actually be a prisoner of the Blackwoods?" I asked, voicing the fear that had been growing since our discovery.

"Or worse—the entire legend could be a Blackwood trap, designed centuries ago for anyone who might one day challenge their power." Alaric's eyes met mine, their intensity burning with determination despite the grim possibilities. "They've planned for generations. We must assume this is part of their design."

I clutched the smooth, dark stone the village woman had given me, its weight somehow both comforting and ominous. "Then we're walking straight into their territory—their sanctuary."