In their relentless pursuit of the Chamber of Ascendance, the group descended deeper into the subterranean library. The scent of ancient parchment and magic surrounded them, and the profound weight of the Council's secrets pressed upon their shoulders.
Lyra, now the keeper of their newfound knowledge, led the way, her eyes skimming over forgotten incantations and cryptic spells. The rest of the group followed with unwavering determination.
Victor was mindful of Callie's ever-present smile, her excitement mirrored in his eyes. As they passed by endless shelves of accumulated knowledge, he spoke to her in hushed tones. "Can you feel it, Callie? The history of Magica is literally at our fingertips."
She nodded, her voice full of wonder. "It's like being in the heart of a legend, Victor. Every step we take is history in the making."
