The air inside the forgotten library felt heavier the deeper they ventured. Stella, Bryan, and Sylvia stood huddled around the old tome, the pages whispering beneath Sylvia's fingers as she carefully turned them. Each word seemed to carry an ancient weight, the kind of knowledge buried for centuries, forgotten by most.
"This is older than anything I've seen," Sylvia murmured, her eyes scanning the delicate script. "These are not just accounts of magical theory. These are warnings."
Bryan stiffened, his gaze locked on the book as if it might leap out at them. "Warnings about what?"
Sylvia's brow furrowed as she continued reading. "This city—Harlow—was built on a foundation of powerful magic. The early founders used it to protect the people, to guard against threats from the outside. But over time, the magic was corrupted, twisted by greed and ambition."