Ember rifled through scroll after scroll, her heart pounding with urgency. She scanned the ancient texts, searching for anything that could shed light on the shadows that had nearly claimed Alaric. The archives felt endless, a labyrinth of forgotten knowledge waiting to be discovered.
"Come on, there has to be something," she whispered to herself, frustration mounting as she discarded yet another scroll that contained little more than dusty lore. The shadows lingered in her mind, a reminder that time was not on their side.
Just as doubt began to creep in, a scroll tucked away in a dark corner caught her eye. It was smaller than the others, bound in leather that was cracked and weathered. She pulled it from the shelf, feeling an unusual warmth radiate from it.
