The tremor beneath Ravenspire did not go unnoticed.
It did not shake the capital physically.
But it stirred something older.
Elder Morcant stood alone in the upper archive chamber of the Blood Council tower, lantern light casting long shadows across shelves that had not been disturbed in years.
He did not move in haste.
He moved with purpose.
A thin ledger lay open across the stone table before him.
The ink had faded with age, but the entry was clear.
Attempted Breach. Southern Cliff Structure.
Lead Investigator: Elder Harovin.
Status: Deceased.
Morcant's eyes lingered on the final notation beneath the record.
Cause of Death: Internal Conflict.
Perpetrator: Instructor Raven.
Status: Missing.
He closed the ledger slowly.
He remembered Harovin.
Ambitious.
Impatient.
Convinced the sealed structure beneath Ravenspire was a weapon waiting to be claimed.
Harovin had believed blood was meant to be commanded.
Raven had disagreed.
And then Harovin had died.
