Azure leans in casually, peering over her shoulder at the intricate symbols. His heart skips a beat as his mind effortlessly deciphers the text—an automatic gift granted by his role as the master of the three mini-worlds. To him, the old language are as clear as day, their meaning weaving seamlessly into his thoughts.
But outwardly, Azure only offers an awkward smile, scratching the back of his neck. "Yeah… that looks complicated," he says, keeping his tone light. "So… how are we going to read it?"
Lysara exhales sharply, closing the book gently and leaning back in her chair. "It won't be easy, but I have an idea." She taps her fingers against the table, her expression thoughtful. "My family kept a book of ancient languages in the library—a guide to understanding the old texts of Vorran. I think I can use it to study these."
