The mood at Arcanis Academy was thick with unspoken fear. Whispers ran through the halls like dark shadows with teeth, instigated by fear and awe. Elira had not slept for two nights after what had transpired beneath the stone room. Not really. Not after she saw the strange glyphs on the walls of the old building—glyphs which seemed only she seemed to recognize.
She was in one of the Grand Library's corner booths, a pile of old books looming above her like a protective heap. They consisted of largely dusty tomes years and years ago untouched by scholars. She prodded at a creaking page and her hands trembled.
"Die Weapers of Schicksal. Voidbinding. Seele Spiegel." she half-whispered to herself, scanning with her eyes as she aligned symbols in her mind to weathered images.
You're going to incinerate the whole library with that expression," Kael whispered, appearing behind her like a specter. His nearness, as always, sent a shiver running up her spine.
