The sun was beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the mountain pass as Eryndor and her companions made their way back from the hidden archives. The scroll, now carefully tucked in her satchel, felt heavier than before. It had given them answers—precious, dangerous answers—but it had also uncovered more questions.
“What now?” Kaelen asked, his voice a mix of weariness and impatience as he adjusted the pack on his shoulder.
Eryndor was deep in thought, her eyes tracing the patterns of the runes on her arms, which still pulsed faintly with power. The more she studied the scroll, the more she understood. The runes weren’t just markers of magic—they were echoes of the world’s creation, fragments of an ancient force that had been scattered across Veldoria.
“They’re more than just symb
