The Vault

No hidden maps. No secret words written among the dotted specks of white. His fingers itched to touch the paint and peel it away to whatever lie beneath-to whatever felt both so horribly familiar yet strange.



With about half the keys in Noa's possession and a horrible discovery that several members of a project to emulate lost magic through a device, it's looking far more likely that this mission to find the Vault isn't as much of a fabled fool's errand as she originally thought. Every piece is seemingly falling into place, heralding the coming of the dark with the light of magic dwindling to sparks.



As Noa's priorities shift with the newly-planted thought that she's the one chosen to see this task through after the loss of her would-be-Seer and surrogate father, Lazarus, she decides that it might be better to distance herself from that growing bond she's found comfort in with Glacier. After all, his place is with his kingdom, and once they reach the end-whatever their fates might be-there won't be any place for a group of killers and thieves in his life.



However, Noa doesn't realize that the other half of her quest's fated set might actually be standing next to her.



Glacier is starting to unravel, thanks to that echo of power rippling along the surface of his soul. Power that he's not willing to accept, let alone acknowledge, with the crushing weight of what might be awaiting him back in Amarais. Being Miraltan is one thing, but a powerful Seer-a Mage-is another. And with one daemon-summoning adversary recognizing that potential, it's only a matter of time before he's hunted for his magic instead of just his blood.