Magic Civilization
Following the old wizard, I ventured deep into the library. Countless bookshelves stood like a vast labyrinth. Books of every size and shape were crammed tightly onto the shelves, many covered in dust and looking ancient. Some bore unfamiliar scripts, others strange patterns. I couldn't help but let out a gasp of wonder. “There are so many different books here...” The old wizard reacted to my words, slowly stopping and turning back. “...Indeed. Thousands of years of history are stored here. Some contain ancient magical texts that even modern wizards cannot comprehend.” He pointed a finger at one particular book. It was clearly older than the others, its cover engraved with intricate patterns. “This book is especially precious. It's said to have been written by an ancient sage, but its contents remain undeciphered.” I approached the book and gently touched it. A strange sensation reached my fingertips. It felt alive, as if it possessed a life force. “The language of this book...” “An ancient language. It's considered nearly impossible to decipher in modern times. But you... perhaps.” The old wizard spoke with a meaningful expression. “You might possess that ability. The rumors about you being descended from the Hourai people are surely not without basis.” His words surprised me a little. I had heard the rumors about the Hourai bloodline, but I never expected them to be mentioned like this. “...Well, I do have some familiarity with ancient languages...” I replied cautiously. The old wizard pondered for a moment before saying, “Then, shall we try? If you can decipher this book, it will bring us significantly closer to unraveling the mysteries of the ancient magical civilization.” He quietly handed the book to me. Its weight felt like more than just that of a book. I sensed the weight of thousands of years of history and unsolved mysteries.
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