The soft glow of the parchment bathed the office in an otherworldly hue, its blue radiance flickering faintly as Logan unrolled it with deliberate care. What revealed itself was… nothing. No inscriptions, no runes, no sigils of power etched into its fibers. Just a blank, ancient sheet of parchment, pulsing faintly as though alive.
Kaidren leaned back in his chair, gaze unfaltering, his black eyes reflecting the glow with a detached indifference. To him, it looked unimpressive, almost disappointingly mundane for something spoken of in hushed tones within the game's world.
Logan, however, regarded it with deep reverence. His fingers lingered on the edges as though the very material demanded respect. He placed it carefully on the desk between them, straightening it with the precision of a man arranging sacred scripture.
"We shall begin the process," Logan said, his voice solemn.
