Chapter 56 Arkanum Veritas (17)
The Arkanum Veritas building stands atop the Thirtos hill, silent from the outside but bustling with the panic concealed within. They sit in a golden circle—seven guardians of dogma, scholars, custodians of texts, and archivists of lies.
However, that night, the massive obsidian door opened without a knock.
The sound of shoes on the marble floor echoed like a shattered hourglass.
And they all knew: she had arrived.
"You deny me the right to speak," hissed one of them, their voice frail like old paper that crumbled when touched.
"You may bury the truth, but you can never escape from it," Rinoa replied, her voice flat yet filled with raging anger, arms crossed over her chest, signaling her indifference to their authority.
She stood in the center of the room, without escorts, without an official insignia.
Yet no one could look into her eyes for more than three seconds.
Wrapped in a dark cloak dyed with the dust of historical ruins, Rinoa unrolled a small scroll made from sacred plant leather—the original document of the First Covenant between Gaia and Earth, which they all thought had been burned a century ago.
"You all know this. You keep a copy of it. Yet when Fitran was branded a traitor, your voices vanished like mist swept away by the wind."
An elder member stood, his body trembling from a mix of age and shame.