The unknown

Previously

…The echoes of the First Spell weren’t just in my dreams anymore; they were in the very air I breathed, in the dust motes dancing in the fading sunlight, in the hushed whispers of the city around me. The Obsidian Hand was hunting me, and I, a naive apprentice with fragmented memories, was now the reluctant guardian of a power that had once threatened to shatter the world. Elara’s caution, Bradley’s dire warnings – they all coalesced into a single, terrifying understanding. My past was a mystery, my present was a danger, and my future… my future was in the balance of the First Spell. And I had no idea if I was strong enough to bear its weight.