Jersey Heroes Whispers of the Forgotten Blade

Previously

…Left behind, on the polished mahogany of Anya’s desk, was a single, perfect obsidian feather. Anya stared at it, her mind reeling, but a fierce resolve hardening within her. She knew, with a certainty that transcended logic, that her research was no longer an academic pursuit. It was a desperate race against an encroaching darkness, and she was a crucial part of the unfolding legend. She picked up the feather, its surface cool and smooth beneath her fingertips, and knew she had to find Maverick Franklin Bernard. The whispers of the forgotten blade were no longer just stories; they were a call to arms.