"Interesting...very interesting..."
In the Grand Chamber of the Great Sorcerer, the voice of Phelan could be faintly heard. He sat in his chair, surrounded by an atmosphere that perfectly blended elements of a laboratory and an office. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced along the walls.
The walls were adorned with bookshelves, filled to the brim with ancient tomes, grimoires, and scrolls, their spines bearing faded symbols and intricate markings. Dimly flickering magic lamps on the walls provided the primary source of illumination, casting an ethereal glow that highlighted the various magical artefacts and alchemical equipment scattered throughout the room.
