The library was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of pages and the distant creak of bookshelves as scholars wandered the aisles. Katherine sat at a large wooden table, her chin propped up on one hand, flipping through an old tome on magical theory.
It was meant to be an insightful read—something that could help her understand what Ruel had hinted at. But, as she skimmed the dense paragraphs about mana affinities, sigils, and elemental connections, her mind started to drift.
The words blurred together.
This is useless.
With a sigh, she dropped her forehead onto the open pages in dramatic defeat. "Ugh. Why is magic so complicated?"
Before she could wallow in her misery for too long, a familiar voice cut through the silence.
"You look like you need help."
