Chương 468: The Secret Chamber (1) The Hidden Room

The letters sat heavy in my hand, two envelopes sealed with wax, each bearing the unmistakable mark of authority. I stood in the quiet sanctum of my private study, where the faint scent of aged parchment mixed with the cold undertone of arcane wards humming quietly in the walls. Sunlight filtered through the tall windows, muted and pale, cutting shadows across the immaculate desk where tools, charts, and tomes lay in precise disarray—as though daring chaos to invade this space.

With a flick of my fingers, I broke the seals. The first envelope—a pale cream with gilded edges—bore the royal sigil. It felt heavier in significance than it did in weight. I unfolded the letter, the smooth parchment almost pristine beneath my touch.

[To the Esteemed Lord Draven Arcanum von Drakhan,