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she retorted. "Oh, please. Her life isn't at stake here. But yours is." I took the drenched books out of the bag and tossed them on the coffee table. They had a particular smell to them. I picked one up and examined it. It seemed to be bound by animal skin. The paper used was papyrus and the ink used was... I took a closer look and then took a whiff. Blood. There was no doubt that these books were invaluable. She walked closer to them and I saw fear slither into her eyes the moment she read the titles. "He knows."

The library fell into complete silence. Serafina stood motionless, the ancient scroll trembling slightly in her hands. Darius stared at it without blinking. His expression had lost its usual calm. “Give it to me.” His voice was low and careful. Not a command, but almost cautious. Serafina hesitated. “It’s just a map.” “No, it isn’t.” Darius slowly approached. Something in his tone made her loosen her grip. He took the scroll carefully, as though afraid it might crumble into dust. The olf parchment was brittle with age, its edges blackened by time. Across the center stretched the faded outline of mountains, rivers, and forests.

Strange symbols filled them, but the language wasn’t unfamiliar. Kevin leaned closer, holding the torch higher. “Can you read it?” “Some of it,” I murmured, scanning the lines. “It’s written in the old script used by the first moon priestesses.” It look almost like a spell book, some were written in words I can’t even recognize. “What does it say?” Erik asked. I flipped a few pages until one caught my eye—a drawing of a small white plant with silver-tipped leaves. Beneath it were the words Purifying Grass. My eyes widened slightly.

It seemed like Bagwis routinely cleaned it. She opened the chest, and she saw lots of notebooks, old pens, several glasses and wooden bottles, little wooden boxes, and lots and lots of papers. She grabbed a green notebook, the lengthiest in the collection. It was puffy because of its pages that seemed to be made of a thick type of paper. It also looked like it had been soaked and dried. Most of its pages were crisp and burnt. "Uma," Luna read. It was written in Baybayin, an ancient calligraphy she's still studying on. She flipped a page filled with faded Baybayin characters, which she deficiently understood. It continued until half of the notebook, and Luna fathomed that it might've been a d

Finally, he set the parchment on the table face-up and pushed it toward us without a word. I read it first, my eyes skittering over the jagged lines. Then I read it again, slower. I then slid it toward Caius and watched his face. He wore the controlled-blank expression he used when he was genuinely alarmed and absolutely refusing to show it. Sable had accessed the Codex. She had found the relevant section after three hours of frantic searching. She described the document as a thousand-page tomb written in four languages, two of which hadn't been spoken for centuries. The section was buried in a chapter titled, in an ancient Lycanic dialect, Mechanisms of Binding and Release.

The painting had buttons in each of its eight corners, which gave it an eerie appearance. 'Indeed, there's a secret.' Circe bit her lip tightly as she became excited after seeing that. Suddenly, Romeo discovered something else. "Senior Sister, there are writings on the wall. What is it? I don't understand it." Circe inhaled deeply and took a step closer. Then, she saw the left side of the wall was full of words. The handwriting was crooked; they looked peculiar. "This looks like the handwriting of the Togo Tribe of the South Cloud World…" Circe said after analyzing the handwriting.

SAPHRA'S POV Eira turns away from the table and shuffles toward a wooden chest in the corner of her shelter. The lid creaks loudly when she lifts it. Inside are bundles of old scrolls tied with faded ribbons. Carefully, she pulls one out. The parchment looks ancient, thin and brittle with age, the edges curled and darkened. She carries it back to the table and slowly unrolls it. Symbols cover the surface, hundreds of them. My brows draw together.

Then, taking a seat on the ground, I begin to read. The papers inside the file are old, frayed and yellowed. They are papyrus, something I seldom see in the pack anymore. Then, ever so carefully, o lift up the first piece of frayed paper and hold it near. The penmanship on the papyrus is fading, making it hard to decipher what had been written on it.

Aunt Jules always told me how much I reminded her of her big sister. I placed the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and then I continued to explore the contents of the chest. The next thing I found was a tattered paper scroll. It was old looking and had a weird old, dirty brown colour. I picked it up and it felt grainy against my fingers. "Is that Papyrus!" Zander carefully took the scroll from my hand. "It is. WOW!" He said, he began to examine the scroll more closely. "What is a Papyrus?"

Flynn looked at another book on the table that Leila hadn’t opened yet and gestured to it, a worry line forming between his eyebrows as he stared at it. “Did you find anything else, Leila?” he asked. “It’s obvious that the potion wasn’t the reason you called for us in such urgency.” His younger sister nodded, her mouth tensing as she opened the other book and pointed to a page. We leaned in to look closer. “This is a record of events written in chronological order,” she explained carefully. She pointed to a line with a ring-covered finger. “This notes that the Kingdom of Tiryn had once requested to do business with Hescor.”