CHAPTER 116 THE JOURNEY BEGINS

Minerva The sky was a mixture of violet and gold as dawn began to break. I stood on the balcony of the old manor, the ancient, worn stone cold beneath my bare feet. The air was still, almost as if the world held its breath for what would come. Below, the courtyard buzzed with activity as our team prepared for the journey. We had gotten resources from the government to build a story for our organization. We needed more space, a place to monitor the surveillance, and a place to a place to sleep over if we had to; we installed a heater and a water heater. The prophecy had been unearthed from the library's depths, buried under dust and forgotten knowledge. It spoke of an ancient feud between werewolves and witches, which was set to erupt once more unless we could intervene. The responsibility weighed heavily on me. I returned to the standard room, where the tools and artefacts I had meticulously prepared were laid out. Each one had a purpose, and each one had a story. As I gathered