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Drawing a deep breath, Matterinna reached into the nebulous depths of her Bag of Holding. With a practiced flourish, she produced an ornate map, worn by the hands of time. The parchment was embellished with intricate, archaic symbols that danced and wove into patterns unfamiliar to my eyes.
Laussinna leaned closer, her eyes sharpening with recognition. "Forest runes," she murmured with a note of reverence in her voice, her slender finger tracing the delicate inscriptions.
Matterinna's fingers brushed the map lightly, and as she channeled her mana into it, an ethereal green light began to emanate from the runes. They pulsed in synchrony, imbuing the map with an almost sentient life. The map's surface transformed, mirroring the world as we knew it. Two distinct markers glowed: one symbolizing our location in Aiyaka, and another emanating a verdant pillar of light.
