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The academy library was a labyrinth of towering shelves, each crammed with ancient tomes, scrolls, and manuscripts.
Fowad's boots echoed softly on the polished floor as he moved through the dimly lit aisles, his eyes scanning rows of faded spines.
Professor Caidus advice Fowad to look into the library, he might find something useful to there. He didn't tell anything specific.
This had become a familiar ritual for him and Helena. Whenever they weren't training or fending off rival operatives, they buried themselves in research, hoping to uncover more about the fragment and his family's legacy.
Helena, seated at a nearby table, looked up from a stack of books, her brow furrowed. "Anything useful on your end?"
"Not yet," Fowad replied, his voice low. "But this section seems older than the rest. Maybe we'll find something here."
