"There's no mention of any mythical treasure in this book," Ranjan muttered, his voice trembling in the small, empty room. "I've read it twice. Are we even sure this is the real Shamrico? It only speaks of history… and what's yet to come."
On the bed, Alvin stretched and yawned lazily. His body gleamed under the dim light — eight perfect abs carved like stone, skin cool and pale. He stood there half-naked, unbothered, while his elder brother sat beside the desk, voice calm yet heavy.
"The Moa Island we attacked… It's the real one, isn't it?" Ranjan's tone carried a quiet fear.
Alvin slipped on a plain white T-shirt, eyes still fixed on the old book lying open before them. "The Book of Future Shamrico gives no clue about the mythical powers or the cave water that allowed us to land outside Winland," he said flatly. "So what does it actually tell us?"
