章 148: Altair Who Lives For Love

Altair carefully set the ink-smeared quill down, allowing the viscous black liquid to dry upon the coarse surface of the parchment. With calculated precision, he meticulously folded the letter into a slender scroll, securing it in place with a thin black ribbon. Affixing the message to the leg of the large, dark messenger raven, which had patiently perched on the narrow windowsill, Altair granted the creature its task.

As the raven gracefully took flight, the rhythmic flapping of its wings pierced the oppressive tranquility of the Temple's stillness, leaving in its wake a fleeting disturbance. Rising from his seat, Altair retrieved a sharp-edged letter opener, its polished surface gleaming under the muted light, before slowly making his way toward the small rectangular mirror mounted on the wall adjacent to the chamber's exit.