Chapter 12
Wisdom's True Form
The artifact grants understanding, not power. They feel a deep sense of peace and clarity. The shadowy figure seems confused by this unexpected outcome.
The light, or what passed for it in that ancient place, seemed to bloom from the artifact itself. It wasn't a harsh glare, but a soft, warm luminescence that seeped into the very stones around us, chasing away the oppressive gloom. We had expected… well, I’m not entirely sure what we had expected. A thunderclap? A blinding flash? Perhaps a voice booming out God’s most profound secrets. Instead, there was just this gentle glow, and a feeling.
It was a feeling that settled over me like a comforting blanket, a sense of quiet understanding that unfurled in my chest. The constant hum of anxiety that usually buzzed beneath my surface, the nagging worry that I wasn't as smart or as brave as everyone thought, it simply… faded. Like a mist burned away by the morning sun. I looked at Noah, his brow usually furrowed in concentration, and saw his eyes wide, not with fear, but with a serene wonder. Joseph, who was always ready to leap before he looked, stood still, a small, contented smile playing on his lips.
“What… what is it?” Joseph whispered, his voice hushed, reverent.
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