บท 1453: Chapter 1453: The Weight of History

The night was darker than it had ever been. Even the stars seemed reluctant to pierce the heavy cloud cover, as if nature itself was holding its breath. The air was thick with tension, every gust of wind whispering of something unseen, something lurking in the edges of the world. Kael felt it—deep in his bones. The uneasy stillness that had settled over the Academy was more than just the aftermath of battle. It was the calm before the storm.

The Codex sat before him, its ancient pages still trembling with the weight of its secrets. He had spent days trying to decipher its cryptic prophecy, but the more he learned, the less certain he became of the path ahead. Each translation, each whisper of insight, led to more questions than answers. He couldn't shake the feeling that the true meaning of the text was just beyond his grasp—like trying to catch smoke with his bare hands.