Pact of Blood
همس الخواطر my coldhearted husband’s regret
Later that night, a servant whom Laura had
comforted earlier, risked his life to slip into her room.
Without a word, he pressed an object into her hands: an ancient, weathered map retrieved from the deepest vault of Dave's private study.
When Laura unrolled the parchment, her breath hitched.
It mapped a hidden trajectory piercing through the treacherous, uncharted perimeter of the forest, terminating at a massive, structural anomaly labeled The Labyrinth of Giant Tres.
In the margins of the map, six distinct, faded sigils were drawn—including a dragon, a crescent moon, and an earthen crest that perfectly matched the symbol in her grandmother’s journal.