Deep within the library's dimly lit chambers, Leo and Lara moved further into the labyrinthine shelves that were brimming with ancient, dusty tomes and scrolls. Leo's steps were confident and purposeful, his fingers delicately tracing the spines of the old books as if he were greeting long-lost friends.
With a practiced ease, he began selecting ancient-looking volumes, their cracked leather bindings and yellowed pages attesting to their age. It was a mesmerizing sight to watch him work, his calm and composed demeanor as he delved into the writings and texts adorning the walls. The way he flipped through the pages of the books with rapid precision almost made it appear as though he couldn't understand the language.
Lara couldn't contain her curiosity any longer, and she decided to voice her question. "Leo," she began, "can you really understand these demonic texts?" Her voice held a hint of wonder, her gaze fixed on him as she awaited his answer.