Chain
I stare intently at the magic circle engraved upon the chain. I sense the intricate magical power woven from complex geometric patterns and unfamiliar characters. The magic of Atlantis civilization... This is not merely a binding spell. I feel an unnatural magic, as if it were distorting time itself. I summon all the knowledge recorded in the Infinite Book. Formulas, diagrams, music... I let all the information race through my mind. Then, within the magic circle, I sensed a faint resonance. It was a scale strikingly similar to a fragment of the “Words of Creation.” I drew forth the Atlantis civilization's harp. This harp is a powerful magical artifact, used before to calm the Wurm and halt the collapse of the mountain range. As I brought the harp near the magic circle, it began to tremble faintly. Then, the tones emanating from the harp started to resonate with the patterns of the magic circle. Intuitively, I thought that perhaps playing this scale could unlock the magic circle. Carefully, I plucked the harp's strings. At first, the sound was faint, but gradually, it transformed into a powerful melody. The magic circle seemed to respond to the sound, growing brighter. Finally, it began to crumble. The chains shattered, freeing the librarian and the historian. “Mitam... You... What are you...?” The librarian stared at me, seemingly lost for words. The historian remained speechless, simply staring intently at my face. Neither of them would speak of this strange space, nor of those who had imprisoned them. Their silence, combined with the eerie atmosphere of this place, stirred a deep unease within me. The escape had succeeded. Yet, a new mystery awaited me.
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