The heavy stone door groaned as it swung open, revealing the depths of the forbidden vault.
Cold air rushed past Riven, thick with the scent of decay and something far worse—something lingering. The chamber beyond was vast, stretching into the darkness, the air dense with oppressive mana. Riven's abyssal flames flickered in his palm, illuminating the towering shelves and rows of scrolls that lined the walls.
The weight of history pressed down on them.
Krux and Nyx stepped in behind him, their gazes hard as they took in the vault's contents. This was the culmination of everything the Solis Kingdom had tried to bury.
The truth.
As they moved deeper, the reality of what lay within became clear.
The records of genocide.
Scrolls filled with the names of those massacred. Documents detailing the strategic extermination of the Shadow Kingdom's people. Written orders from the highest-ranking Solis officials, all signed in golden ink, sanctioning the purge.
Riven clenched his fists.
