In his relentless pursuit to defeat Zelthrax, Aldred immersed himself in the study of magic, scouring through digital archives and ancient texts for anything that could rival the Riftweaver's dark powers. His quest, however, seemed futile. The magic in the databases and e-books felt rudimentary, lacking the depth and potency necessary to counter Zelthrax's reality-warping abilities.
Frustration mounted as Aldred sifted through yet another digital manuscript, finding nothing but basic incantations and theoretical concepts. "These are child's play compared to what she can do," he muttered, closing the holographic display with a swipe of his hand.
"You won't find anything worthwhile in those," Rayanor's voice cut through Aldred's brooding thoughts. "The truly valuable magic isn't stored in databases or encoded in technology. It's preserved in ancient, physical texts, often hidden or guarded."