The night was quiet, the only sound being the rustle of leaves as a gentle breeze drifted through the academy grounds. In his dimly lit room, Lucan sat at his desk, surrounded by fragments of map that he had gathered over the past weeks. He pieced together the final map piece—the one he had obtained from the ancient spirit in the forbidden forest.
With steady hands, Lucan carefully aligned the last piece, pressing it into place. The moment the pieces connected, a faint glow emanated from the map, illuminating the intricate lines and symbols that had been hidden before. The map seemed to hum with an otherworldly energy, as if it was alive.
