The Echo of Time
The ancient stone walls of the Keeper's hidden library seemed to pulse with a strange energy, a low hum that resonated deep within Seraphyne's bones. She stood there, her hand resting lightly on the table where she and her family had been listening to the Keeper's revelations.
Despite the gravity of their conversation, there was an undeniable sense that something else was at play, something that went far beyond words or knowledge. A quiet, lingering tension filled the air, and it felt as if the very fabric of time was beginning to unravel before their eyes.
Keizu stood beside her, his usually sharp and sarcastic demeanor softened by the strange atmosphere. Xavierre, on the other hand, seemed lost in thought, staring at the darkened window where the sun had already dipped below the horizon. The Keeper, standing across from them, had remained silent for a while, his expression unreadable, as if he, too, were waiting for something to happen.