Chapter 255 - The Elven Queen

At first, I thought Rion was struggling with an invisible foe, his muscles tensed like coiled springs, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. But the true culprit was the box in his hands. It shook violently, rattling as if possessed of its own will, straining to break free from his grip. The wood groaned under the pressure, the hinges squeaking in protest. Intricate patterns surfaced on its surface, writhing like living things, faintly forming ancient elven script that pulsed with an eerie glow. The symbols twisted and shifted, as though whispering secrets only the box could understand.