Professor Arthen's study echoed with the rustling of paper and the low murmur of his concentrated muttering as he meticulously examined the ancient tome. Elara and Selene kept their eyes on the door, alert for any signs of unwanted visitors. The night had grown long, and the flickering light from the oil lamp cast unsettling shadows across the safehouse's walls.
"These symbols," Professor Arthen said, his finger tracing a series of intricate glyphs, "they're not just decorative. They're part of a code—a language within a language."
Selene leaned in, her curiosity piqued. "A hidden code? What does it say?"
