The Secrets of the Tome
Tension was high as Kael and Zara gathered close to the tower's base, the first dim rays of dawn piercing the dense fog. Zara lay on the chilly ground with the old book in her arms, as Kael stood guard, his blade still in hand. The warmth of the crystal, which had faded to a gentle light, served as a continual reminder of its existence.
Zara traced the elaborate designs engraved on the leather as she brushed her fingers over the book's faded cover. Every design appeared to have a slight pulse, as though it were living. She whispered, "This book feels like it's breathing."
Kael's expression was unreadable as he looked over his shoulder. It's most likely hazardous if it resembles the shard. Take caution.
Zara nodded, hesitantly opening the book with her fingers. The content was packed densely in a language she didn't recognise, and the pages were thick and yellowed with age. Certain parts had
