Dante Valdez

Barcelona — UmbraCorp Tower The candles flickered, though there was no wind. Dante Valdez stood in the center of the ritual chamber, the Book open on the altar before him. Ink-black shadows clung to the corners of the stone walls. A drop of his blood smoked against the page as ancient symbols glowed red. “Muéstrame la herencia...” he murmured, voice low and solemn. Show me the heir. The room trembled. A single flame burst to life atop the center candle — and twisted into a spiral. Heat shimmered in the air. The spell had worked. And then, the fire spoke. Not with words, but with a whisper in his mind — a pulse of infernal knowing. "The flame is cloaked in light. She walks beneath your roof." Dante's breath stilled. He narrowed his eyes, jaw tightening. She’s here? Impossible. There were thousands of people in UmbraCorp Tower. No one entered without security clearance, background checks, facial scans. He'd designed it that way. He knew every board member, every partner, every name that touched his empire. But magic didn’t lie. He extinguished the flame with a snap of his fingers and closed the book. The sigils vanished. The chamber dimmed to silence once more