Howl of the rejected
he asked, curiosity piqued.
Zyra glanced down at the Grimoire, its worn leather cover and yellowed pages a testament to its age and importance. “It’s the Grimoire Circe gave me. I need to keep practicing with it,” she explained, running her fingers gently over the book's cover.
Marcus chuckled lowly. “I see. The Grimoire of spells and knowledge,” he mused, understanding the significance of the tome. “You’re truly on a path to greatness.”
“I hope so,” Zyra said, a mixture of excitement and nervousness in her voice. “I have to master everything I’ve learned and more.”
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