A part of Athena couldn't dismiss the peculiar parallels. There must be something about Mors that's different.
Her instincts, honed from years of survival, warned her that there might be more truth to this story than she was willing to admit. I need some proof.
Deciding not to dwell on it too much, she activated her optical brain, a small device embedded in her wrist, and scanned the book's pages. I need to keep a copy, just in case...
The intricate text and symbols were digitally copied, their faint blue light illuminating her face in the dim library. He won't sue me for this, right?
"If nothing else, this will be an interesting read later." She tucked the device away and closed the book gently, returning it to its shelf.
The library felt heavier now, the quiet almost oppressive. Athena glanced around, half expecting to see someone lurking in the shadows.
