After leading me a few meters along the gloomy corridor, Shade solemnly opened the heavy wrought-iron door, and we found ourselves in a small room without windows, but brightly lit by magical lamps under the stone ceiling.

The ozone-soaked air was so electrified that I felt the hair on my head move.

In the center was a table with a soft comfortable chair resembling a mini-armchair, and on the tabletop lay an open luminous tome and a cloudy mirror gleamed in the shining magical lights.

Hello again, Olaf! I frowned angrily, approaching the familiar book. - Waiting for your explanations!

Shade, who was walking to my right, suddenly began to...