Dydra recounted everything that had happened—from how she had stumbled upon the abandoned town to the strange visions she had seen while unconscious.
Although she was curious about how the elite had arrived there, she chose not to ask. She convinced herself it was none of her concern.
After wishing him a good night, she excused herself from his chamber and returned to her quarters.
The first thing she reached for was the mysterious book.
She carefully turned its worn pages, admiring the intricate illustrations that filled them. Yet no matter how closely she studied the strange symbols scattered across each page, their meaning remained beyond her understanding.
Determined to uncover its secrets, Dydra lay on her bed and continued reading, relying on the pale moonlight streaming through her window to illuminate the pages.
Before long, sleep overtook her, and the book slipped gently from her hands as she drifted into a deep slumber.
