As I lifted myself up into the opening, I could feel a strange, burning sensation coursing through my veins. The magic in me was more alive and alert than ever before. I stood up and looked around the room in wonder.
The walls around me were completely covered by tall, dark bookshelves filled with old, brown, and grey leatherbound books with strange runes and inscriptions. In front of me stood a large black table with an open book and a silver feather quill beside it. On the other side of the book stood a small jar filled with thick black ink.
. I stepped forward to examine the book and I saw a strange drawing and even more unfamiliar runes all around it. The drawing was of an odd-looking figure with a long, hooded bearskin cloak, a strange medallion, and a long staff in his hand. I looked once again at the runes around the figure, and I recognized one word: SIOS.