Whispers of the Ancients

Previously

…As Corbin stepped back out into the unforgiving rain, the weight of the fragmented map felt heavier than any evidence he’d ever carried. The cryptic message from Reed echoed in his mind. The serpent’s eye. The stone remembers the truth. The echo of the forgotten song. He had a map, but no compass. He had a purpose, but no clear path. And he knew, with a chilling certainty, that Alistair Finch was right. The shadows were watching, and his own descent into the heart of this ancient mystery had just begun. The rain seemed to intensify, washing over him, a cold baptism into a world of forgotten gods and deadly secrets.