Zoravec's footsteps echoed through the marble corridors of the academy as he walked alongside Blake. The weight of the ancient grimoire thoughts he held in his mind seemed to match the gravity of his situation. The two of them were returning to their class after a brief tour to the canteen, their minds abuzz with the mysteries they had uncovered.
"So, what do you think, Blake?" Zoravec's voice held a mixture of excitement and uncertainty. "The existence of the library... It's almost too incredible to believe." Blake adjusted the strap of his satchel and glanced at Zoravec with a thoughtful expression. "I know what you mean, Zoravec. The stories we heard from the elder scholars, the hidden knowledge from eons... It's like something out of a legend."
