Isabel carefully took the old book from the shelf before walking toward a small couch placed near the corner of the hidden archive room.
The ancient room remained quiet except for the faint sound of old pages moving and distant magical lamps crackling softly.
Dust floated gently through the air beneath the dim golden light.
Amon quickly followed behind her with curiosity clearly visible on his face.
His eyes remained fixed on the old book in her hands.
The cover itself looked ancient.
The dark brown leather had almost turned black with age, while strange faded symbols were carved across its surface.
It looked far older than any normal history book.
Isabel sat down calmly on the couch before patting the empty spot beside her.
"Sit."
Amon immediately sat beside her obediently.
Very close beside her. A little too close perhaps. The moment he sat down, a faint sweet fragrance reached his nose. it was a mature and calming scent.
Amon instantly stiffened slightly.
