Davina sneaked into the palace library late at night. It was not the public library frequented by nobles, but a locked underground chamber that could only be opened with a high-ranking family spell, one Davina had learned in secret from her father.Her footsteps echoed down the cold stone corridor. The candles along the walls ignited on their own as she passed, as if recognizing the noble blood flowing through her veins. Davina browsed the ancient bookshelves, her fingers brushing against dusty spines. She was searching for one thing: information about the Poisonous Forest and the toxic mist that guarded it.“I can’t believe there isn’t a single record about that forest,” Davina muttered in frustration after two hours of searching.She pulled a large book from the top shelf. Its cover was made of black leather, unlabelled, save for a circular symbol carved into the center. Davina opened the first page, and her eyes widened.It was a personal journal written by someone who had successf