Chapter 8 - CHAPTER 8:THE FORRIDEN SCRIPT

The weight of countless forgotten years pressed down upon Caelum as ancient scripts unfurled beneath his gaze. The pages whispered secrets—fragments of spells, curses, and relics of an age where gods and mortals danced perilously close to ruin. Each rune breathed life, promising knowledge and destruction alike."The Forbidden Script," murmured the stranger, his voice thick with reverence and caution. "A compendium of magic so potent it has fractured minds and shattered kingdoms. Not all who seek it survive."Caelum's fingers trembled along the ink-streaked parchment, his eyes tracing arcane syllables that refused to remain still, shifting like living shadows. A chill crept through the chamber, as if the very air fought against this unveiling.Behind them, slow footsteps echoed—an ominous reminder that their solitude was but temporary. The Citadel was alive with watchers, unseen eyes threading through the darkness."Learning is a double-edged blade," the stranger warned. "With every revelation, the darkness reaches further into your soul."Suddenly, a voice—soft, almost a caress—breezed through the shadows. "Seekers of truth always pay the price."Caelum's heart clenched. His journey was no longer a quest for answers but a desperate gamble with forces beyond understanding. The Forsaken Mark burned fiercely, a beacon and a curse, tethering him to a fate entwined with the very magic he pursued.As the Forbidden Script revealed its arcane riddles, Caelum steeled himself. Knowledge could be salvation—or annihilation.And the path ahead was shrouded in shadow.