Luke leaned over the broad table, the parchment of the map stretched fully beneath his hands. The scent of old paper and faint candle wax lingered in the air, mingling with the breeze that slipped in through the window. His eyes scanned the sprawling terrain, and in his other hand, the scribbled note twitched slightly in his grip—half smudged, barely legible, and completely enigmatic. But if this was a riddle left by the divine… then surely, it meant something.
His gaze moved across the edges of the map, recalling what he had already learned and observed during his time in this world. The geography wasn't just a sketch of the land—it was history, fear, and mystery etched into paper.
