Maelin traced her fingers over the pages, her brow furrowing as she studied the elegant sketches and cryptic notes. "This… is incredible," she murmured. "But if it's real, it's dangerous knowledge. We shouldn't tell anyone—not yet."
Lira nodded. "I thought the same."
They shared a quick look of understanding. Maelin gently closed the book and handed it back. "Keep it safe. And whatever you do, don't let anyone else see it."
With that, Maelin gave a small smile, scratched Fluffy behind the ears, and slipped out the door.
Silence settled in the room. Lira sat on the edge of her bed, the weight of the book heavy in her lap. Her gaze drifted to a small pouch tucked on her shelf—the one she had been saving for a moment like this. From it, she drew out a single Crimson Bloom, its petals deep as wine and faintly glowing.
She remembered the man she had traded it for—a strange merchant who had offered her the spatial bag in exchange.
Now seemed the time to test it.
