The relics in the symposium were indeed fascinating, not only to the three but the rest of the students and visitors. As the three continued to roam around, they passed one particular artifact—a broken staff encased in glass storage.
Theron felt a faint familiarity as he caught a glimpse of it.
"That staff," Theron mouthed, pointing at the artifact, "it's said to have belonged to a sorcerer from the Age of Dawn, isn't it?"
Royce nodded, his eyes lighting up. He was surprised to know that Theron could recognize it.
"Yup. It was broken during a battle, according to the books I read. Apparently, they say that it still holds residual magic from the sorcerer."
"I see..." Theron stared at it further, noting the faint shimmer of energy emanating from the crack in the staff. He could almost feel the pulse of ancient magic beneath the surface. A small smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
