C12 Dark Omen

The twisted runes carved into the tree seemed to pulse with an unnatural energy, the dark magic emanating from them filling the air with a suffocating heaviness. Evelyne could feel it pressing against her chest, a warning—no, a threat. Lucien crouched beside the tree, his sharp eyes scanning the symbols with a mixture of wariness and recognition. “This isn’t ordinary magic,” he murmured