As the Serpent Fang group moved deeper into the Ice Crystal Mana Mines, their numbers had thinned. Only the true core devotees remained, cloaked in black and silence, their boots crunching softly over frozen stone and snow.
The torches barely lit the walls anymore. The air was dry, cold, and heavy.
Then, the narrow path opened into a strange chamber.
Unlike the rest of the mine, this place felt untouched by time. Smooth walls of ice rose around them, and in the center stood a giant seal carved onto the ground. Strange symbols and patterns spiraled outward like veins from a beating heart. The light from the crystals above flickered as if afraid.
Everyone entered slowly. The silence was thick.
Kael stopped at the entrance of the chamber. His wild eyes widened, and his jaw slightly dropped as he stared at the symbols etched into the floor and walls. They weren't just markings. They were written words—clear and deliberate. Kael's mind raced as his eyes traced each curve and swirl.
