Erebus led them to a hidden chamber deep within the ancient ruins, the air thick with the scent of old parchment and dust. The walls were lined with shelves, each one overflowing with ancient tomes and scrolls.
"In here, you will find the secrets of the Shadowheart," she said, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This is the Library of the Ancients, a repository of knowledge that has been hidden away for centuries."
Raven's eyes widened as he scanned the shelves, his mind reeling at the sheer volume of knowledge contained within. "These books are older than any I have ever seen," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
Erebus nodded. "Yes, many of these texts date back to the time of the ancient civilization that built this city. They hold the secrets of magic, of science, and of the universe itself."
Lirien's eyes narrowed. "What do you want us to do?"
Erebus smiled. "I want you to help me decipher some of these texts. Together, we can unlock the secrets of the Shadowheart and use its power to bring peace to the land."
Kaelin stepped forward, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "What makes you think we'll help you?"
Erebus's smile never wavered. "Because I have something that belongs to you," she said, her voice dripping with malice. "Something that I will return... if you help me."
Raven's grip on his sword tightened. "What do you have?"
Erebus pulled out a small, leather-bound book. "This is a journal belonging to your friend, Arin. It seems she had some... interesting insights before she died."
Raven's eyes widened as he took the book from Erebus. The cover was worn and cracked, but as he opened it, he saw that it was filled with Arin's handwriting.