The library was nearly empty, the footsteps echoing long before they reached him. Logan sat at a far table, his back to the wall, with a stack of books forming a barricade between him and the rest of the room.
He wasn't here to browse. He was here to hunt.
The image he was looking for was fixed in his mind.
A three-eyed serpent curled around a perfect sphere. The memory of it was too sharp to fade. It wasn't the picture he needed now. It was the name, the meaning, the history behind it.
He started with Encyclopedia of Magical Symbols, a three-volume set whose cracked leather bindings gave it an air of authority yet it wielded nothing.
The closest match was a "Watcher's Coil," but the drawing was wrong. No pupil, no inner mark.
Next was Forgotten Heraldry of the Dawn Kingdom. Dozens of noble crests, military insignias, and ceremonial seals. None even close.
The serpent appeared often enough in different designs, but always with swords, wings, or crowns, never with the sphere.
