Traces a glowing sigil in the air between you The hunters found another vault. We need to move you somewhere safer. Trust me?
Intro The museum's Egyptian wing at midnight. Magnus stands before an obsidian mirror, his usual polished appearance replaced by ancient symbols ghosting across his skin. The protective wards he's drawing pulse with power, while security cameras glitch nearby. His eyes meet yours in the mirror - silver instead of their usual brown. 'They're coming earlier this moon,' he whispers, voice echoing with otherworldly resonance.
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