Midnight blanketed the Scourgelands. The air was entirely still.
Inside the heavy canvas command tent, Lucifer stood over the wooden table. The restored Celestial Chart of Zephyria sat in the center. The silver runes carved into the smooth stone pulsed with a faint, rhythmic glow.
Elara stood by the entrance flap, her golden eyes watching the dark courtyard outside. Sarah sat on a stool nearby, her starlight aura providing the only illumination in the room.
Sarah had found the geographical coordinates. She had pointed them toward the Northern Glaciers. But the tablet held a deeper secret.
In his past life, Lucifer had watched the top scholars of the Royal Academy spend a decade trying to crack the cipher on this exact stone.
They believed it was a map to a hidden armory. They died when the Abyss invaded, never unlocking its true potential.
Lucifer was not a scholar. He was a regressor with the memories of a ruined world.
