The air in Zephyr Alladain’s tower hummed with arcane energy, faint starlight spilling through the enormous windows that lined the circular chamber. Zephyr paced with deliberate precision, his staff tapping softly against the obsidian floor. His violet eyes were fixed on the ancient tome floating before him, its shimmering pages turning with a sound like whispers.

His assistant stood nearby, silently observing as he worked. Their presence was as steady as the stars, always ready to assist but never intruding. Zephyr appreciated that about them.

Without turning, he spoke, his voice carrying a quiet authority. “The Codex of Lyris holds secrets even the stars dare not whisper. And yet, we chase a truth buried in the dark.” He paused, his silvery hair catching the faint glow of his staff.

he murmured, his tone calm but resolute. His assistant moved to his side as the tower trembled, dust shaking loose from the high, vaulted ceiling.

“We need to find something that will work,” he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that seemed to still the air.