Lily carefully lifted a crystal totem from its crate to examine it under the sunlight. It was shaped like a wolf, gleaming green in her palm.
“Look at this one,” Martha whispered beside her, holding up a red teardrop-shaped crystal. “They’re all so different.”
Ragnar grunted, examining a blue sphere. “Different colors, different shapes. What could this mean?”
Lily nodded, placing the wolf totem back into its crate. She’d spent weeks gathering these crystal totems with her small team, but they were only now getting a chance to properly catalog them. The warehouse space Zayn had given her was perfect. Private and secure, with enough room to spread everything out.
She picked up another totem, this one shaped like a small owl with purple crystal. The craftsmanship was remarkable, every feather meticulously carved. These weren’t just magical objects; they were art.
‘We should sort them,’ she signed to Martha and Ragnar. ‘But we’re going to need some help.’
