The mana-conductive ink sparkled gently within its crystal-clear glass bottles, hinting at the complexity of its ingredients. Orion uncorked one bottle and brought it closer, sniffing curiously. The ink smelled faintly of herbs and minerals—a pleasant, fresh scent.
He nodded appreciatively, recapping the bottle and placing it carefully back down.
Pulling the chair out, Orion sat down comfortably, stretching his arms once again, feeling a small ripple of excitement bubble up in his chest.
'Alright,' he murmured to himself. 'Time to see what the academy's official guidebook has to offer.'
He reached into his inventory, his hand swiftly retrieving the leather-bound Runic Language book. Pulling it out, Orion carefully laid it down on the desk in front of him.
The book glowed softly under the room's ambient lighting, its dark leather embossed with intricate silver rune patterns that seemed to change subtly when viewed from different angles.
