Chapter 13 The Archives Of The Moon

• The wind whispered through the ancient corridors beneath the northern palace. Lucia followed Kelvin in silence, each step taking her deeper into the stone heart of a history she hadn’t chosen to inherit.
• “This vault was sealed for over a hundred years,” Kelvin said, pressing his palm against a crescent-moon emblem carved into an obsidian door. It shimmered at his touch, glowing faintly before splitting open with a soft hiss.
• Behind it lay a chamber of glowing crystals—floating, humming, alive. The Archives of the Moon.