In a chamber that appeared deceptively ordinary yet exuded an ancient, paradoxical aura, space itself twisted as though preparing to regurgitate creation. In an instant, it spilled forth four figures, each one distinct, each bearing a presence befitting beings set apart from the mundane.
There was Klaus, firm and steady, beside him his graceful wife, Amara, and with them their radiant daughter, Vega. Standing alongside her, calm and serene, was Anthony, her soon-to-be husband.
Anthony and Vega let their eyes wander across the chamber, neither startled nor perturbed. But Anthony, with his heightened senses, discerned more than the her. The air was thick not only with mana but also with foreign currents of energy that coiled invisibly, woven into the atmosphere like threads of an arcane tapestry.
