The Zero Script crumbled beneath my blade.The scroll turned to ash, its dark words dissolving into the air like smoke. For a moment, I thought we had won. The forge fell silent. The runes on the walls stopped glowing. The chamber was still.Then the ground shook.A deep, rumbling vibration traveled up through my boots and into my chest. The walls began to crack. The ceiling began to crumble. The forge at the center of the chamber flared to life, its ancient mechanisms groaning as they turned."Soren!" Kenji shouted. "Look!"I turned. A figure stood at the edge of the chamber, emerging from the shadows. Tall. Thin. His face was sharp and angular, his eyes burning with cold, blue fire. He wore robes of black silk, their surfaces covered in runes that pulsed with hungry light."High Inquisitor Vane," I said.He smiled. It was a terrible thing to see. His teeth were too sharp. His eyes were too bright. He looked like a man who had long a