"She must have had a hold of one of our world's greatest artifacts," Zavian said, his voice low and deliberate. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum."
The name hung in the air, heavy and foreboding, drawing a collective hush from the room. Even the bravest among them shifted uneasily at the mention of the ancient tome.
Alaric's sharp gaze narrowed. "The Grimoire of Ebon Aeternum? That's nothing more than a legend."
Zavian chuckled, the sound deep and knowing. "Many think so, Your Majesty. But legends are often rooted in truth, are they not? The grimoire is no mere tale. It is a portal, a bridge between our world and another—both a gift and a curse. Whoever possesses it can traverse realms, defying the laws of existence itself."
Alaric's jaw tightened as his mind raced. The possibility was st
