Recap
The City of Golden Chains shimmered with temptation. Jemil barely had time to explore before a golden-robed stranger whisked him into a private chamber. There, on a low table, pulsed a glowing parchment that promised impossible power.
But contracts in this city are never free. And when the stranger whispered that the price was possession, Jemil laughed—until Kaelina's silence froze him. Her trembling hand revealed a secret she'd never spoken aloud: she once signed a contract like this. And the chains had never let her go.
Main Story
The chamber smelled of incense and molten gold, sharp and intoxicating. Smoke curled lazily through the air, glowing faintly in the candlelight. The floor beneath Jemil's boots wasn't stone—it was polished plates of pure gold, engraved with looping sigils that writhed faintly when looked at too long.
The parchment on the table pulsed like a heartbeat. Its words were deceptively simple:
"Sign here."
