The library was dimly lit, the faint glow of lanterns casting long shadows across the room. Anneliese and Wren sat side by side, their focus entirely on the scroll spread before them. The runes glowed faintly, pulsing with an energy that seemed alive.
“I’ve been studying this for hours,” Anneliese said, her voice tinged with exhaustion. “The symbols aren’t just a map; they’re a warning.”
Wren tilted her head, her fingers brushing the parchment. The pendant around her neck responded immediately, its glow syncing with the scroll’s energy. Lyra’s voice hummed softly in her mind.
“There’s truth in this,” Lyra said. “But it’s incomplete.”
Wren signed quickly, her movements precise. “What kind of warning?”
Anneliese pointed to a series of runes near the bottom of the scroll. “This section m
