"I've decoded it," announced the renowned Runesmith as he stepped out of his tent without pause.
His sudden declaration caught everyone's attention. A woman quickly approached him, her steps brisk. "Sir? What did you discover?"
Alfred, a middle-aged man with a bald head and a sharp goatee, flashed a grin as he held up a worn parchment. "I've finally deciphered the runes. And do you want to know who wrote them?"
The woman, Ivy—an officer from the Starlight Vault—leaned in slightly. "Who, sir?"
Lowering his voice, Alfred replied with reverence, "My inspiration. Our god. The one and only… Lord Avirin."
His words echoed through the air, drawing the attention of those in the nearby camps.
Ivy's eyes widened, and she bit her lip. 'So the assumptions were right.'
Wasting no time, she turned to a nearby soldier and ordered firmly, "Go. Bring the Master. We need to excavate this place immediately and find out what those cubes are protecting."
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