“What are these things?” Eiji questioned. Magical currents chased across the brass fittings, terminating upon what had once been a collection of metal rods of varying length, similar in constitution to the key he had held. They were severed, destroyed, the grandeur of their true appearance and potential now lost.
“Olotomes,” answered Daniel, merely repeating what an inner voice had informed him. “The ancients used them for all manner of things, including storing information, even powering cities.” Alessia smiled as Daniel placed the fragment of the leaf within his satchel. He knew already they would find no writings here. The information had been stored upon the crystals, transferred in mental delineation to those seeking the wisdom held within. This room had once stored many secrets. It
