No natural light reached the corridor Karl and Molvar had entered—only a faint glow emanated from ancient runes carved deep into the stone walls, glowing in a pale violet hue like a sunset trapped in time. The path led them through a maze of twisting hallways, each turn revealing a forgotten world where knowledge had been locked away for being too dangerous to exist among men.
Karl paused at a crumbled archway, revealing a circular chamber with a towering dome ceiling, coated in centuries of dust and silence. Along the walls stood hundreds of stone shelves, each housing scrolls or ancient tomes bound in silver chains—the kind only used to seal away arcane language magic.
Molvar stepped in cautiously, his eyes uneasy. "You sure this place isn't cursed? Like, touch-a-book-and-turn-to-stone cursed?"
