Professor Arthen carefully examined the ancient tome, his spectacles sliding down his nose as he scrutinized the faded text and intricate symbols. The room was silent except for the occasional rustle of paper and the low crackle of a lantern's flame. Elara and Selene watched him work, their nerves taut with anticipation. They knew that the tome held secrets that could shape the future of Aetheria, but what those secrets were remained shrouded in mystery.
Outside, the city of Eldrithor was alive with activity, its streets bustling with merchants and townsfolk going about their business. Yet, amidst the vibrant energy of the city, there was an undercurrent of unease—a sense that something was amiss. The distant echo of footsteps in the hallway reminded Elara and Selene that they weren't the only ones seeking the knowledge within the tome.
