The Amulet Of Light

e, her eyes scanning the crowds for potential clients. As she turned a corner, a faint hum drew her attention. A small, unassuming shop stood before her, its sign creaking in t

ure nodded, its features still shrouded in shadows. "I am. And you, Lyra, are the only Shadow Weaver I trust to alter the memories I require." Lyra raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What makes you think I'm the only one you can trust?" The Architect leaned forward, its face slowly emerging from the darkness. Lyra's breath caught as she beheld the piercing green eyes, the sharp jawline, and the small, enigmatic smile. "Because, Lyra," The Architect said, its voice