Chapter 12: Silver Eyes

Frostspire Keep loomed above them, its spires outlined by a pale sun slowly being devoured by the moon.

Alvin ducked into a tunnel beneath the stables, torch flickering low. Behind him, Frey followed with silent steps, her hand tight around the pendant.

“This leads to the library tunnels,” he whispered. “You sure it’s still intact?”

Frey nodded. “The old scroll vault is sealed off. Few know it exists anymore. Orion never bothered with knowledge—only control.”

Inside, the tunnel curved and narrowed. The air grew damp, thick with dust and memory.

They pushed through a rusted iron gate and stepped into silence.

Shelves lined the curved walls—books crumbling, scrolls decayed. In the center stood a stone pedestal glowing faintly under etched moon symbols.

Frey brushed the dust from a scroll.

“This is it,” she murmured. “Moonlight Altar texts.”

Alvin scanned the markings. “You can read this?”

“Enough to know what it wants.”

He frowned. “And what does it want?”