The Obsidian Revelation
Ciara pushes through a wall of heavy ferns, her breath catching as she spots the jagged edge of obsidian rising from the mud. This isn't a modern relic. It is a massive, heavy slab of stone, its surface choked with moss and the weight of centuries.
She clears the grime with a gloved hand, revealing intricate, swirling glyphs that defy her current maps. The language is archaic, a dialect of the Old World that has never been fully mapped. As she traces the deep-cut lines, she begins to piece together the fragments: 'Where the sun bleeds into the earth... the Gilded Heart awaits.' It is a clear promise of hidden treasure, but the path ahead is written in a code she has only begun to break.