I stepped out of the Norman mansion with the locket resting in my palm.Behind me, I could hear hurried footsteps approaching, light but urgent, and I did not need to turn to know that it was Britney trying to catch up with me.I continued walking for a few steps, my fingers absentmindedly rolling the Norman Locket between them.Feeling its weight, its texture, and more importantly, the ancient presence sealed within it. To anyone else, it would appear to be nothing more than a beautifully crafted heirloom, perhaps valuable due to its history or design. But to me, it was something far more significant. It was a reservoir, one that had been quietly storing power for generations without anyone truly understanding its nature.As I slowed my pace, I allowed my senses to focus fully on the locket. The moment I did, the energy within it revealed itself more clearly, like a dormant force waiting to be acknowledged. It was ancient, refined, and incredibly potent, far beyond what most wou