Despite his words, his gaze remained glued to the map, as if he hoped to see through the parchment and witness that lost splendor with his own eyes.
Hearing this introduction, Roland traced the map with his long fingers, feeling the fine texture of the parchment as he gave a slight nod.
"It seems this is the map of Aiselon."
"Without a doubt!"
Galvis immediately chimed in, the Elf's fingertips excitedly tapping at various places on the map.
"Look here, 'Breath of the Morning Wind.' Ancient records say it was the site of the most renowned academy in the human kingdoms. Their library dome was supposedly inlaid with Star Stones that would glow in resonance with knowledge… and here…"
His fingers darted across the map as he rattled off place names as if they were his own treasures. Though his tone held the uncertainty of someone recounting legends, his enthusiasm was undiminished.
