The torches in the chamber flickered as if they, too, feared the presence of the woman before Ravenor. Velene, stood at the center of the stone room, her fingers tracing intricate patterns in the air, whispering ancient words that felt like they'd claw into the air itself. Her power boomed like a distant thunder. Ravenor stood behind her, arms crossed, his face shadowed in the dim light, watching intently.
They had been at this for hours, interrogating the faintest traces of magic left behind by whoever had stolen the missing pages. But the answers were elusive, slipping through their grasp like smoke. One moment it was there and the next moment it wasn't. It was as if someone was purposefully playing hide and seek with them.
Velene's voice, low and dangerous, broke the silence. "These traces of magic… they're strange. Whoever took those pages is using ancient spells to conceal their trail."
