The plan was delicate—a spider's web with threads so thin, they'd disappear if someone looked too closely.
This wasn't just about getting my hands on a relic.
To secure what I truly needed, I'd set my sights on a ring—the only ring that could provide a bridge between myself and the Runic Talisman of Subjugation.
This ring, known as the Hexglyph Seal, wasn't just jewelry.
Stealing it wasn't just a matter of quick hands; no, that would be too obvious.
This was Saint Eldred Royal Cathedral after all.
Everyone, from the lowest cleric to the Archbishop himself, held a keen awareness of every relic's location and protection spells.
They'd sense immediately if a relic was taken by force.
Instead, I planned to make it look like an unfortunate, bloody accident—one with a perpetrator they'd never suspect.
The murder I'd planned was, admittedly, ambitious.
This was the cathedral, after all.
Death wasn't rare here, but it was usually cloaked in solemn rites and incense.
