Light in the Dark 4

Asher sat at the wooden desk, the thick book in front of him feeling more like a puzzle than a guide to magic.

He flipped through the pages, trying to make sense of the ancient words, but it all just blurred together. Nothing made sense. The symbols were written in a language that felt foreign to him—some kind of elven script, like the ones he'd seen in old movies.

Trying to focus, he hoped to decipher at least a few of the symbols, but the more he stared, the more overwhelming it became.

"This... this is impossible." He sighed, leaning back in his chair.

Index glanced at him. "Did you actually read it?"

Asher gave her a tired look. "I tried, but I can't make sense of any of it."

She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a slight smirk. "Well, I guess that's my bad. Let me fix it."

Before he could protest, she dashed off toward a desk at the far end of the room.