Kael's fingers hovered over the glowing interface, the vast network of holographic data shifting and rearranging itself in response to his presence. The term 'Rift' stood out prominently among the swirling texts, its importance underscored by the sheer amount of information attached to it. Unlike the scattered remnants of the Project Golem files, this seemed more intricate, layered with security clearances and encrypted glyphs.
Lucien and Isolde stood just behind him, their eyes locked onto the cascading ancient text that illuminated the chamber. The glowing words formed an intricate lattice, shifting and rearranging themselves in ways that no modern magical script could replicate. The patterns moved like living things, adapting and reforming as if responding to the presence of the inheritor.
Lucien narrowed his eyes. "Even if I devoted my entire life to deciphering these inscriptions, I doubt I would ever fully grasp their depth. This… is beyond anything we've ever studied."
