Argolaith returned to Elyrion under a quiet sky after changing his mind about going yo the academy. The air was soft with mist, and the frogs gave soft croaks as he stepped into the clearing near his cabin. He dropped his bag on the table, unrolling the copied scroll of memory glyphs from the Quiet Vault.
The cube floated just beside his shoulder, pulsing gently with curious energy.
He placed the scroll down flat on the table and set the cube atop it. For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then he poured a small amount of pure mana from his palm.
The scroll glowed faintly.
The cube responded.
A glyph in the center of the scroll flared to life—an intricate swirl of lines wrapped around a single eye-shaped rune. A quiet hum settled into the clearing, low and strange, like the sound of old memories stirring.
Argolaith watched carefully as the magic seeped from the cube into the scroll, flowing like water finding a forgotten path. His heart quickened.
