Back at the castle, the heavy burden of our recent battles hung over us like a storm cloud. The respite we had taken was brief, and now Seraphina and I sat in the library, surrounded by piles of ancient tomes and scrolls. The symbol we had discovered was etched into our minds, its mysterious curves and lines teasing the edge of our understanding.
The library itself was a vast, echoing chamber filled with the scent of old parchment and the faint rustle of pages. Shelves upon shelves of books stretched up to the high ceiling, each one promising secrets and knowledge long forgotten. I ran my fingers along the spines of the volumes, searching for anything that might shed light on the enigmatic symbol.
Seraphina was bent over a particularly large tome, her brow furrowed in concentration. "This is frustrating," she muttered, flipping another page. "We've been through half the library and still nothing."
