As the spell's power engulfed the container, a profound transformation occurred before his eyes.
The box shuddered and contorted, its form shifting and warping until it revealed itself as something entirely different—an ancient grimoire.
Nyxera's eyes widened with astonishment as she approached Xylon, her gaze fixated on the transformed object in his hands.
She spoke softly, barely able to conceal her excitement, "It was a book all along..."
With fixed hands, Xylon delicately opened the ancient grimoire, its worn pages whispering secrets of ages long past.
The first page revealed inscriptions written in the mystical Xanthalarian language, the script fading with the passage of time.
It was evident that this book held knowledge far older than Xylon could have anticipated.
As he immersed himself in the cryptic writings, a translation began to form in his mind.
