The Vault's presence pressed down on them, a weight that could not be seen but was undeniably felt.
The words of the unseen entity still echoed in Argolaith's mind.
"Because something greater awaits you."
Something greater…
He clenched his fists, his thoughts racing. What could be greater than the Grand Design itself?
Kaelred's voice broke the silence. "So what now? Do we just accept that you're some anomaly and move on?"
Malakar chuckled, his skeletal fingers brushing against the ancient carvings on the wall. "Oh, I'm afraid it's not that simple. If Argolaith truly exists outside of fate, then that means—"
"That means something is watching him," the voice interrupted.
The air shifted.
The carvings on the walls glowed faintly, illuminating the chamber in eerie golden light.
And then, a figure stepped forward.
At first, it was just a shadow, barely distinguishable from the darkness itself.
But as it stepped closer, it took form.
