African

In Camelot’s mist-shrouded forests, Thoth met Merlin, his staff aglow, a dragon’s scales glinting behind him. “The tablet’s gone again,” Merlin said, his voice weary. “Stolen by shadows.”Thoth’s eyes narrowed. “We’ll take it back.” They ventured deep—past wyverns spitting flame, through faerie glades where time twisted. Arthur joined, Excalibur blazing, his knights a steel-clad tide. Read more