As Davina stood before the vault, a hallowed silence settled over the air. The cold, metallic surface of the doors seemed to pulse with a latent energy, eager to reveal the mysteries concealed within. She closed her eyes, her lashes brushing against the smooth contours of her cheeks, and the world around her faded into obscurity.

In the cocoon of darkness, Davina whispered ancient words that resonated with the spirits of a bygone era. The syllables, an incantation lost to the winds of time, caressed the air like a gentle breeze. The very essence of the castle se