Stumbling Upon a Hideout

Venturing deeper underground, I kept my movements stealthy, slipping between the narrow passageways while ensuring those thugs wouldn't find me. As I moved, I finally took the time to unfold the crumpled paper in my hand. Just as my fingers fiddled with it, the paper magically unfolded itself and straightened up as if it was just fresh out of the printer.

"Very practical…"

And there it was—the document I'd been searching for. The original one. The magical seal, the signatures, everything was there, just like the one from the magic shop. The paper even had that strange aura to it, the way the letters seemed to radiate some odd energy as I stared at them. But I didn't let it distract me. I quickly scanned through, comparing the text with the images in my memory.