Chapter 97: The Gift

"Ancient... Dark... Terrifying... When... the stars... awaken..."

In the slightly dim room, Claire sat at her desk, intently studying the object in front of her.

It was an ancient stone slab fragment engraved with bizarre relief characters, made of a greyish-black rock with a slightly greasy metallic luster, quite peculiar.

By the dim, white magic light, the young girl's azure eyes, filled with seriousness, scrutinized every tiny detail of the engravings on the slab.

She would occasionally flip through several thick, large tomes by her side, comparing with the badly yellowed pages, trying bit by bit to decipher the strange text on the slab.

In the candlelight, the girl's golden hair sparkled, and her milky, adorable pointed ears unconsciously twitched slightly, reflecting a tempting crystalline luster.