Prophecy

Duke's comforting presence grounded me, but I knew the path ahead was fraught with danger and uncertainty. As we regrouped, Lyra paced the room, her mind clearly working through the events that had just transpired.

"We need to understand what those men were talking about," Lyra said, her voice resolute. "This prophecy—whatever it is—might hold the key to why they were after you, Raven."

Duke nodded, his expression serious. "We'll need to find someone who can decipher their intentions and this prophecy. But first, we have to ensure our safety."

That night, sleep was elusive. My mind replayed the events in the forest and the chilling realization that Gabriel had betrayed me. Every shadow seemed to harbor hidden threats, and the hotel's walls felt less like protection and more like a temporary reprieve. Despite the tension, Duke's presence beside me offered a semblance of security.

The following morning, we decided to seek out an old friend of Lyra's—a wise seer named Vivian, known for