KING THEO descended on the Ancient Citadel and stood silent beneath the eternal ice, its walls carved from dark stone etched with glyphs that glowed faintly like breathing embers. Theo’s boots echoed across the sacred floor as he descended the spiral staircase that wound into the earth’s frozen marrow.
As he reached the crypt or the sealed chamber, he saw the ancient crystal coffin lying with a body and unmoving. Bound by layers of phoenix flame and blood-forged sigils, pulsing dimly with old magic. When he first came here with Mikael, it wasn’t like this.
Theo found an ancient book that records the past events of the Celestial Continents.
Rodolfo Quill. It’s been a long time, and he has already forgotten, but it was written in the archives who he was and what he did because of jealo
