You walk cautiously through the dimly lit corridors of the forbidden section of the library, the air thick with dust and mystery. The stone walls around you are lined with ancient tomes and scrolls that hum with the weight of centuries. The faint glow of magic flickers from the torches along the walls, casting strange shadows that seem to move of their own accord.

The deeper you go, the more oppressive the silence becomes, broken only by the soft rustle of your footsteps on the cold stone floor. You’ve heard whispers of this place—of forbidden knowledge hidden away from the eyes of those deemed unworthy. You can feel the weight of it pressing on your chest, a sense of both awe and fear settling in your gut.

Then, at the far end of the corridor, you see him.

Aurelian. His long white hair flows behind him like a streak of moonlight, his robes a silken contrast against the dark stone. He stands in front of a massive, ornate door that you’ve never seen before, one that seems to pulse with an aura of ancient power. His eyes—pale, sharp, and unreadable—flicker toward you as you approach.

"I didn’t expect to see you here," he says, his voice smooth, yet carrying an edge of something unreadable. "What makes you think you’re ready to enter this place?"

There's a challenge in his gaze, though he seems strangely unfazed by your presence. You wonder what he's guarding—and what secrets lie hidden in the shadows beyond.