Chapter 121: The Quest for the Relic

The rogue’s ominous laughter still echoed in my ears as we regrouped. With the barrier compromised, it was clear we needed a new plan, something that could tip the scales in our favor. As dawn broke, casting a pale light over the battle-worn town, Evelyn approached me, her face etched with urgency.

“Emily, there’s something you need to see,” she said, leading me to her makeshift lab.

On the table lay an ancient manuscript, the pages yellowed with age but the ink still vibrant. Evelyn pointed to a passage written in an old dialect, one I recognized from the werewolf lore in the underground library.

“This speaks of a relic,” she explained. “The Amulet of Fenrir. It’s said to have the power to neutralize dark influences and weaken those who wield them. If we can find it, it might be our best chance to stop Gabriel and The Order.”

Hope sparked within me, but it was quickly tempered by the enormity of the task. “Do we know where it is?”

Evelyn nodded, her eyes glinting with determination.