Bab 3: The Scrade Stone of Luminara

Deep with in shadowed chamber, the enigmatic Scared Stone of Luminara held sway. It's very essence defied the darkness, casting an otherworldly luminescence. This sizable gem, reminiscent of a hexagonal prism, surpassed the dimensions of football. Each of its six symmetrical side bore Intractive carvings -seven marks distinct etched into the iridescent surface. Unlike ordinary stones, it lacked a flat base; instead, it tapered gracefully to a sharp apex, leaving all who gazed upon it spellbound. The ancient stone bore seven meticulously etched carvings. First, a Phoenix, its feathers open wide, symbolized eternal rebirth and resilience. Next, a majestic Hippogriff—a blend of eagle and horse—graced the stone with lifelike elegance. Then, a Pegasus, wings extended as if in mid-flight, captured the imagination. On the adjacent side, a Scorpion, menacing pincers and curved tail, exuded an aura of danger and tenacity. Following this, a coiled and foreboding Jörmungandr emerged. Alongside it, a formidable and furious linocroc emphasized raw strength. The final carving, most extraordinary of all, depicted a Nephilim—an enigmatic figure embodying mystery and inner conflict. This angelic being, with its dual nature of light and dark, symbolized the profound struggle of inner duality. Lord Izume stood by the Scared Stone of Luminara; his gaze fixed upon its ancient surface. Unexpectedly, Lady Noriko approached, her footsteps soft against the stone. As the wife of Lord Izume and a descendant of the Jörmungandr family, she understood the weight of their lineage. With a gentle touch, she rested her hand on his shoulder and spoke, her voice laced with concern, "Still troubled by the Nephilim mark, my love?" Her eyes met his, searching for reassurance. "Let go of the burden," she urged. "We've scoured every corner for the mark bearer; surely, he is no more." Lord Izume's response was laden with suspicion and greed. His gaze remained fixed on the Nephilim mark, its iridescence defying the passage of time. "Why does it persist?" he mused aloud. "If any of the Nephilim lineage yet lives," he continued, his voice low and calculating, "it would be more than a mere blessing—it would be an opportunity to augment my strength…" Lady Noriko's resolve remained unshaken. "Then we will eliminate him," she declared, her voice unwavering. Lord Izumi stepped back, his expression unyielding. "Should any Nephilim blood still flow," he asserted, "I desire to witness their existence firsthand. I covet the demonic essence within them—the very core of their power. I shall not allow their demise until I have drained them of every ounce of energy. With their demon harnessed, I shall ascend to unparalleled might, becoming the apex of existence." Lady Noriko maintained her silence, her thoughts veiled. Finally, she spoke, her voice measured, "And if he is no longer among the living?" Lord Izumi's resolve remained unyielding. "He must be alive," he asserted. "Summon the council. We shall delve deeper into this matter."