"Found it," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the glow of the screen.
A progress bar appeared, crawling forward with agonizing slowness. 10%... 40%... 85%... At 99%, the screen flickered. The room grew cold, and the smell of ozone and old parchment filled the air.
Elara looked down. In her hand was no longer a mouse, but a heavy, leather-bound staff. Before her stood a gate of shimmering blue fire—the entrance to the first trial described in the very book she had just "downloaded."
"Found it," she whispered, her eyes reflecting the glow of the screen.
A progress bar appeared, crawling forward with agonizing slowness. 10%... 40%... 85%... At 99%, the screen flickered. The room grew cold, and the smell of ozone and old parchment filled the air.
Elara looked down. In her hand was no longer a mouse, but a heavy, leather-bound staff. Before her stood a gate of shimmering blue fire—the entrance to the first trial described in the very book she had just "downloaded."