Serelyth settled on the edge of a raised platform, her massive form coiled like a sentinel. "This is rare," she murmured. "Few have ever entered. Fewer have understood what they found."
Lira stepped carefully, letting her fingers hover above a stack of scrolls. As she reached for one, a soft pulse vibrated through her palms, a gentle warning—and approval. The Spirit seemed to approve her approach, but also reminded her to respect the knowledge here. The slightest misstep, and she could disrupt energies preserved for centuries.
She unrolled the first scroll, letting her eyes trace the elegant symbols. They danced faintly in the silver glow, words imbued with magic, revealing practices, philosophies, and elemental exercises from generations of Spirit users. Lira felt herself drawn in, her mind filling with whispers of meditative techniques, methods to sense energy currents, and ancient rituals for harmonizing with the unseen forces of the world.
