The Failsafe’s Path

The room was dim, shadows cast over Valen's face as he sat at the edge of his bed, staring at the ancient documents they'd retrieved from the archives. His allies stood nearby, expressions of equal intensity on their faces as they pored over the founders' cryptic words. The scrolls hinted at a hidden power deep within the academy—an ancient failsafe, a last resort should the prophecy take a destructive turn. And now, after everything they'd uncovered, it felt closer than ever.

Seraphine leaned over the map, her fingers tracing intricate symbols marked on the parchment. "These symbols... they're not arbitrary," she murmured, her voice filled with conviction. "They're coordinates, specific points throughout the academy. Each mark corresponds to a place of significant power."

Valen watched her, his mind racing as the pieces started to fit together. "So these locations are more than just areas within the academy," he said. "They're nodes, part of some larger structure."