Chapter 111: Things Fall Apart

Sage

Eleven months ago...

The halls were silent and deserted at this late hour, my soft footfalls barely whispering on the worn stones. I carried no torch, counting on the darkness to conceal my purpose. But each shadow made my heart stutter nervously.

When I reached the heavy oak doors of the archive library, I paused, listening intently. No sound or light showed beneath the crack. Steadying my breath, I slid inside and secured the lock behind me.

Lighting a single slim candle, I made my way between the dusty shelves and tables weighted down by ancient tomes and scrolls. At the back wall stood the object of my covert mission - an iron safe housing the most rare and dangerous texts in the dragon clans' collected lore. Sealed by blood magic, it was said none but the highest elders could open it. I prayed Fox's information had been accurate.

From beneath my cloak, I produced the small vial Fox had given me along with meticulous instructions. The viscous liquid inside seemed to writhe un