Wood

After Listening to all this tale about his Parents and his family's legacy Mathew was shocked.

Now Mathew was carrying the weight of celestial secrets and the Lionheart legacy, traversed the corridor, a place where light and darkness intertwined like the threads of fate. The words of Griffin Lionheart, his grandfather, echoed in his mind—a plea for understanding amidst the looming specter of his birthday. Mathew's nod was a silent vow to shoulder his sorrow alone, away from the eyes of the world.

The corridor's walls, ancient and stoic, seemed to murmur with the voices of the past, bearing witness to the Lionheart saga of love, power, and betrayal. The demonic armor, a relic of History , now resonated with a newfound Story, as if awakened by Mathew's presence. It was as though the devil's blood coursing through the veins of the Lionhearts had called out to the armor, binding it to Mathew, its chosen host— As shown in the previous chapters

Confusion reigned in his mind, a storm of questions with no anchor.

Amidst this inner turmoil, the sudden ring of his phone sliced through the silence. The caller ID displayed **Alexander Blackwood**, a name shrouded in mystery. Mathew's history with Alexander was a tapestry of encounters both terrestrial and arcane, each meeting a puzzle piece in the grand design of their intertwined destinies. With a breath to steady his nerves, Mathew pondered the implications of this unexpected call.

"Alexander?" Mathew's voice was a calm surface over the churning depths of his thoughts. What secrets or revelations would this conversation unveil? Would Alexander's call be a harbinger of further trials, or an offer of aid in navigating the labyrinthine path that lay before him?

As Mathew awaits Alexander's response, the air is thick with anticipation, the silence of the corridor pregnant with the promise of truths yet to be revealed and paths yet to be chosen.