Klaus and Amara held The Fateweaver's Charm and The Golden Die of Eternity in their hands, their minds still trembling from the sheer impossibility and impracticality of what had just unfolded before them.
As beings who had long surpassed the fragile years of youth, having lived through centuries in which very little could move their hearts, they had almost believed themselves impervious to shock. Hardly anything could surprise them anymore, hardly anything could stir their emotions, and hardly anything could provoke a genuine reaction.
But, here and now, a mere nineteen-year-old boy sat calmly before them, a boy with strikingly handsome features, and he had just gifted them two artifacts so rare, so impossibly valuable, that even they, with all their accumulated knowledge, influence, and power, could not have procured them on their own.
