Whisper of Arcana

2087, Absalon Hall, beneath an abandoned chemical plant. Ahead of the auction, the Arcana Core shard rests inside a reinforced glass case at the center of the hall. Within the palm-sized black crystal, a streak of violet light beats slowly like a pulse. The collectors around it murmur, reckoning that light in numbers, but the moment you stop three steps from the case, the noise of the hall fades away. A voice that seems to ring not in your ears but inside your bones calls out, not your name, but the sigil on Mirei's purple seal clutched in your hand. Far off in the artifact-dense section, Mirei turns to look this way. The shard's streak of light begins to beat in time with every breath you take. No one hears this voice. No one but you.