The unknown

Previously

…The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken history. The charm in my hand felt different now, no longer just a conduit of power, but a key, unlocking secrets I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. The Obsidian Hand was gone, for now. But the battle had revealed more than just their immediate threat. It had exposed the deep, tangled roots of the First Spell, and my own unwitting connection to its cataclysmic past. The path ahead was no longer just about survival; it was about understanding. And the weight of that understanding, I suspected, would be far heavier than any magic I had yet encountered.