Chapter 22
Author: Yeshua Yin
last update2025-07-10 23:11:59

The scent of old parchment and dust clung to the air as Mason descended the winding staircase behind the restricted archives.

Few knew it existed, an ancient tunnel carved beneath the Academy’s foundations. Its walls shimmered faintly with embedded warding runes, most of them inactive, some flickering like dying stars.

At the base of the stairwell, a brass door stood half open. Faint candlelight flickered beyond.

Mason pushed it fully open and stepped inside. Edgar was waiting.

The warlock stood over a wide table littered with scrolls, rune-etched diagrams, and half-burned candles. His black coat was more tattered than usual, and his eyes had heavy shadows beneath them. “I was wondering when you’d find me,” he said without turning.

“You weren’t exactly easy to find,” Mason said.

“Wasn’t trying to be.” Edgar finally looked at him. “I heard about the blood oath.”

Mason pulled back his collar to reveal the glowing imprint just above his heart.

Edgar grimaced. “You let them brand you.”

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