This blueprint—the ancient design shrouded in secrecy and fiercely guarded by the enigmatic Guild—was more than a mere relic. It was a secret so potent that even a fleeting glimpse of it could seal one’s fate, leading to utter erasure. No trace would remain—no name, home, or existence. Such thoughts, like tendrils of a dark mist, curled through the deepest folds of Elira’s mind, engraving themselves