Amberine stood in front of the magic whiteboard, her eyes wide with a mix of awe and trepidation. The board glowed faintly, its surface filled with intricate scribbles and symbols that seemed to dance with an otherworldly energy. Draven's handwriting was precise, almost mechanical in its neatness, yet the contents of his notes felt far beyond anything she had ever encountered before. The symbols swirled in complex patterns, looping and connecting in ways that left her both mesmerized and overwhelmed. It was clear that Draven had been pouring his mind into this for some time.
"This… this thing is incredible," she muttered under her breath, her fingers brushing against the cool surface of the board. It wasn't just the magic whiteboard itself that amazed her, but the way it seemed to almost think alongside her. As her thoughts raced, the symbols on the board rearranged, offering her hints and guiding her mind toward possible solutions.
