Mara Sinclair sprinted through the labyrinthine streets of old Prague, the night air thick with the scent of incense and iron. The remnants of the museum explosion still smoked in the distance, casting eerie silhouettes on cobblestones. Elian, Lucas, and Catherine trailed her, their faces masked by the urgency of the chase.
The _Liber Nocturna_ had left a lingering imprint on Mara's mind, urging her to seek the hidden altar of the Forgotten Order. Legends whispered that the altar held a relic capable of sealing any darkness forever. Mara's resolve hardened; she would not let the shadows consume her world.
Elian whispered, "The Order's spies are everywhere. We need a decoy." Lucas tapped his device, hacking into the city's surveillance grid to blind the enemy cameras. "Done. Our path is invisible for three minutes," he reported.
Mara led them to an abandoned crypt beneath the St. Vitus cathedral. The entrance was concealed behind a false tombstone etched with ancient runes. She pressed