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He was hired to retrieve a rare book. What he found could bring down an empire.

Elias Voss, a disgraced investigator turned retrieval specialist, takes on a simple case track down an antique manuscript. But when he opens the first page, a cryptic code sparks a trail of secrets, danger, and betrayal.

As Elias digs deeper, he uncovers a secret society buried in shadows and they’ve been watching him.

The clock is ticking, and every clue leads him closer to a truth someone is willing to kill for.

Decode the cipher. Uncover the truth. Survive the game.

The silent cipher

No warning. No map. Just a sharp crack in the floor—and suddenly, they were falling.

Lucien, Jonas, and Krane landed hard in one direction.

Mira, Elias, and Dave in the other.

No echoes. No voices. Not even the book.

Lucien stood first, brushing dirt off her coat. "Mira?"

Krane looked around, eyes sharp. "Something's wrong."

Jonas groaned. "Ugh. Don't tell me this is another soul maze."

Lucien tried casting a light spell—nothing.

She frowned, tried again. Still nothing.

"…I can't feel my magic," she muttered.

Krane clenched his fist. "Anti-mage zone. The tomb cut us off."

Jonas stepped back, uneasy. "So what, we're powerless?"

Krane cracked his knuckles. "Nah. Just means we fight like people again."

Lucien narrowed her eyes. "This place… it's testing more than strength."

Mira, Elias, and Dave stumbled down a narrow, damp corridor. Walls dripping. The air thick like breath.

Mira stood up fast, panic in her voice. "Lucien?!"

Dave lit his lighter. "No signal. No magic. No shaman link."

Elias glanced around. "This tomb doesn't want power. It wants pain."

Mira clenched her jaw. "It wants us to remember what it means to survive without shortcuts."

Stone doors slam behind them. From the shadows, figures emerge.

Old warriors, cursed to guard this place. Skin cracked like statues. Eyes dead, but fists ready.

Dave muttered, "They don't look like they wanna talk."

Elias rolled his shoulder.Then let's remind them we can still throw hands.

Mira cracked her neck, stepping forward. "No magic? Fine. Let's see who we are without it."

Lucien, Krane, and Jonas now surrounded by pillars, each one lighting up with flickering blue flames. In the center three opponents step out. Human. Real. But something's off.

Lucien breathes in deep. "We don't need spells. Just each other."

Krane nods. "Time to earn that breath."

Jonas grins. Finally. Something I can punch.

Faith and Fist