Blackie was quiet for a long moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. Finally, she spoke.
"There is… one more," she said softly. "Not far from here."
Damien turned to her immediately. "Another inheritance?"
She nodded slowly, almost reluctantly. "Yes. But this one is different."
She looked away for a moment before continuing.
"It belongs to an ancient powerhouse," Blackie said softly. "He commanded shadow and death so completely that even light avoided his presence, and memory unraveled in his wake. His name is lost, but his trial remains, buried beneath the ruins of a city no one remembers. We call him… Gravewalker."
Damien's brow furrowed. "Do we know who claimed it?"
"No," she said quietly. "The core inheritance vanished thousands of years ago. Someone took it. But no one knows who… or what became of them."
Damien's eyes narrowed. "So what remains?"
