I feel excitement blaze in my chest as the first sentence in the Book of Lore reveals itself to me.
{Amidst the embrace of the trees, in the final hour before dawn's light gave way to day, a party of nine moved steadily toward an unknown destination—one only their leader truly understood. Yet the world was far from calm. Something stirred… something strong enough to capture the sharp gaze of a young man clad in blazing golden armor.
Then, out of the thin breath of morning air, a faint vibration rippled across the sky. At first, it was nothing more than a subtle tremor, hardly enough to rouse the others. But it was enough to make Glorius tense. His eyes narrowed as he studied the silent heavens and the blazing sun above.
"Something's not right. Keep your eyes open. The air tastes like danger," he warned his party behind him.
