The weight of the ancient book seemed heavier in Luke's hands than it should have been, as if the knowledge inside carried a physical burden. His fingers brushed over the strange symbols that danced across the yellowed pages, shifting in ways that defied logic.
"We don't have much time," Ava said, her voice urgent yet steady. She was pacing near the door, her eyes flickering between the growing shadows outside and the book in Luke's hands. "That thing is still out there. We need answers, fast."
Raven knelt beside Luke, her brows furrowed in concentration. "I don't understand this language," she muttered, her voice thick with frustration. "It's like nothing I've ever seen before. And I've studied plenty of ancient texts."
Luke's heart raced as he tried to make sense of the symbols. They seemed to blur and twist before his eyes, making it impossible to focus. The pages almost seemed alive, pulsating with a dark energy that made him feel queasy.
