The enclave was both a sanctuary and a mystery, a place that felt as though it existed outside of time. As we began to explore, each room seemed to hold remnants of an ancient world: scrolls covered in forgotten languages, intricate symbols carved into walls, and strange artifacts that hummed faintly with power. It was a place of knowledge, preserved over centuries, maybe millennia, a fortress that protected secrets about the realms we barely understood.
Leif was the first to step forward, moving to examine one of the symbols engraved into a stone pillar near the pedestal. The symbol was a spiral with intricate patterns weaving outward like branches. He reached out to touch it, and as his hand brushed the stone, an energy surged through the room. The symbol glowed faintly, illuminating the chamber in a soft, ethereal light.
