Mason woke up early, the first rays of dawn barely piercing through the heavy curtains of his room. The events of the previous night played on a loop in his mind, and the weight of the prophecy pressed on him like never before. He needed answers, and he needed a plan.
After a quick shower, he dressed and headed downstairs. The mansion was still, the morning quiet only interrupted by the occasional creak of old floorboards and the distant chirping of birds. Mason made his way to the study where David often worked early in the morning.
Sure enough, David was there, poring over ancient texts and scrolls that littered his desk. The faint smell of old parchment and ink filled the room. David looked up as Mason entered, his expression weary but determined.
"Mason," David greeted, his voice ca
