Vincent/Vaelthor~
Out loud, I broke the silence, my voice steady despite the whirlwind inside. "Alright, Nancy. We accept your offer."
Nancy's face lit up with a triumphant grin, her sharp features softening into something almost maternal—though laced with that dangerous charm. "Smart choice, you two. The right one, indeed. Fortune favors the bold, especially in realms like this."
With a flick of her wrist, the air rippled—and suddenly, two parchments appeared in her hands. Old, brittle things, yellowed with age, their edges curled and frayed as though they'd survived centuries buried in dust and darkness. Strange runes crawled across the surface, glowing faintly like veins of fire trapped under skin, pulsing with a rhythm that didn't belong to this world.
