The Arcane Guard
But as I returned to the manor, my thoughts were interrupted by an unexpected summons from Elijah. His tone, usually calm and measured, carried an urgency that stirred unease within me.
I arrived at the grand hall, its imposing columns casting elongated shadows under the soft glow of the chandelier. Elijah stood near the entrance, his arms crossed, his brow furrowed with thought. Beside him was a tall man dressed in dark, intricately designed armor, the surface of which shimmered with faint runes that glowed like embers. His presence exuded a quiet power, the kind that demanded respect without a single word.
“Elijah,” I called softly as I approached, my eyes flickering to the armored figure.
“Elena,” Elijah greeted, a faint smile briefly touching his lips before it faded. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”