#Chapter 166: Crypt Work

They told me the crypt wouldn’t feel like a tomb, but it did. Even with the generator-powered lights and the steady shuffle of archivists cataloguing ancient stones, there was something suffocating in the air. The walls sweated history, and the dust tasted like old blood. Nathan kept his hand near his weapon as we followed the outer corridor toward the sealed chamber. I didn’t blame him. This wasn’t the kind of place you trusted just because it hadn’t collapsed yet. "Back corner vault," he said quietly. "We found the original charter." My heart kicked up. Simon and two historians were already stationed around a reinforced table under plastic sheeting, carefully turning over a cracked sheet of parchment. The Concord charter. Ink faded, seals crumbling, but still legible. One of the historians looked up. "This is authentic. Serena signed it. And here, there’s a second mark. A notation about a secondary signet kept in trust for a hidden heir." I leaned closer. The Mooncut emblem