In the previous chapter, Solomon discovered peculiar signs near the mysterious ruins and ventured deeper with unanswered questions in his heart. Now, as he traversed the mystical forest, the trees around him grew taller and more imposing, their thick branches intertwining to form a natural green canopy. Sunlight filtered through the dense foliage in fragmented rays, casting fleeting patterns of light and shadow across the forest floor. The atmosphere was steeped in an air of tranquillity and intrigue, as though the forest itself was guarding an ancient secret.
As Solomon proceeded cautiously, a sudden surge of powerful and mysterious magical energy swept over him like a tidal wave. The immense force jolted him to alertness, and his sharp gaze followed the direction of the magic's origin. It was then that he stumbled upon a hidden magic academy, nestled deep within the heart of the forest. The academy stood like a jewel long buried by the sands of time, exuding an aura of ancient grandeur that drew him in with an almost magnetic pull.
Crossing the threshold of the academy's grand gates, Solomon found himself in an entirely new world. The bustling courtyard was alive with activity. Mages of all kinds, clad in ornate magical robes, moved to and fro, their robes swaying elegantly as they walked. Each mage radiated a distinct magical aura, their unique skills and disciplines evident in their bearing.
Solomon wandered through the academy grounds, his eyes alight with curiosity and wonder. He marvelled at the sheer vitality of the place, absorbing every detail. Suddenly, a cheerful young mage approached him with a spring in his step. This mage, introducing himself as Eric, had a mop of curly brown hair, bright, expressive eyes, and a warm smile that exuded friendliness.
"Greetings, traveller! I can sense a tremendous power within you. You must have quite the story to tell! I'm Eric, and it's my pleasure to welcome you to our magic academy!" Eric declared, his voice brimming with enthusiasm and his gaze filled with admiration for Solomon.
Solomon returned his smile and replied, "Hello, Eric. I stumbled upon this academy during my journey. The magical energy it emanates was impossible to ignore. I couldn't resist coming to see it for myself."
Eric clapped Solomon on the shoulder, his excitement palpable. "Then you're truly in for a treat! This academy is one of the oldest and most prestigious magical institutions in all of the Glorious Continent. It holds countless treasures—priceless tomes of magic, artefacts imbued with incredible power, and more. Our teaching methods are as unique as the academy itself. We combine rigorous theoretical study with practical application to ensure our students excel in both intellect and skill. The fields of study here span an astonishing range—elemental magic, spiritual magic, healing magic, and so much more. It's a haven for magical knowledge!"
Hearing this, Solomon's interest in the academy deepened. Determined to learn more, he agreed to explore further under Eric's guidance.
Eric led him to the academy's library, a vast, tranquil space that seemed to breathe wisdom and history. Towering shelves lined with ancient tomes stretched as far as the eye could see, creating an almost labyrinthine forest of books. The faint, musty scent of aged parchment hung in the air, each book appearing to hold secrets from another era.
Solomon wandered among the shelves, his fingers trailing along the spines of the magical volumes. His eyes gleamed with fascination as he read the titles, each one hinting at knowledge both profound and arcane. Suddenly, a faintly glowing tome caught his attention. The book seemed to exude a quiet yet compelling aura. Carefully, he pulled it from the shelf and opened it. A wave of ancient and mysterious energy washed over him, as though the book itself carried the echoes of an age long past.
The pages were coarse, the writing intricate and cryptic. Yet Solomon, ever perceptive, immersed himself in its contents. What he read left him astonished—it spoke of the Holy Law's Origin, revealing secrets that had been buried for millennia.
According to the tome, the Holy Law's Origin was deeply tied to an immensely powerful mage from an ancient era. This mage, almost godlike in his abilities, had once wielded the force of the Holy Law to save the Glorious Continent from utter ruin during a time of unparalleled catastrophe. His magic had been so potent that it altered the very fabric of the world. However, after the climactic battle that restored peace, the power of the Holy Law began to fade, eventually disappearing into obscurity. Now, centuries later, individuals like Solomon—those capable of sensing and wielding its power—were reappearing, as if the threads of fate were once again weaving a tapestry of destiny.
As Solomon pored over the tome, his mind raced. Could this ancient power be the key to solving the mysteries surrounding his journey? The allure of uncovering the Holy Law's secrets grew stronger within him. He knew that this book might be one of the crucial clues to unlocking its full potential.
Just as he was absorbed in thought, a commotion erupted outside the library. The sudden clamour shattered the serene atmosphere, and the sound of hurried footsteps and raised voices echoed through the halls. Solomon exchanged a glance with Eric, both of them sensing that something urgent was happening.
Without hesitation, they set the book aside and rushed out of the library to investigate. What had disturbed the academy's tranquillity? Could this unexpected incident be connected to Solomon's quest for the Holy Law's Origin? The answers lay ahead, cloaked in uncertainty and danger.
And so, Solomon prepared to face whatever new challenge awaited him, his resolve unwavering and his curiosity burning brighter than ever. The wheels of destiny were in motion, and the path before him promised both revelation and peril.