Chapter 27: The Phantom’s Return

The city was eerily quiet as Victor and Lucian emerged from the archives. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an otherworldly glow over the cobblestone streets. Victor’s mind was racing, the discovery of the ritual and the mention of a sacred object pulling at the threads of ancient memories long buried.

"We need to find this object," Victor said, breaking the silence. "It’s our only chance to prevent the prophecy from coming true."

Lucian nodded, his gaze sharp. "But where do we start? If the object is as old as the prophecy suggests, it could be anywhere—or hidden by those who didn’t want it to be found."

Victor’s eyes narrowed as he considered their options. "We’ll need to start with the oldest parts of the city, the places that have been forgotten or erased from maps. If this object exists, it’s somewhere no one would think to look."

As they walked through the narrow streets, Victor’s thoughts were drawn back to his memories of the city’s early days. He had seen it grow from a s