The ancient text lay open on the table, its pages yellowed and fragile.
Alex stared at the symbols, his brow furrowed. They were unfamiliar. Ancient. Unlike anything he'd seen before.
"This is the key," Sebastian said, his voice hushed with reverence. "The original text. The one the Primus himself wrote."
Alex looked up. "What does it say?"
Sebastian shook his head. "I don't know. The language is lost. Forgotten. No one has been able to translate it for centuries."
Alex felt a surge of frustration. "Then how do we figure out what it says?"
Sebastian was silent for a moment. Then he said, "There's someone who might be able to help. A scholar. She's been studying ancient texts for decades."
"Where is she?"
"In a remote village. Far to the north. She's been in hiding for years."
Alex
