"What is this?" Lila asked, her fingers slowly unrolling the scroll as her eyes scanned its surface.
"This," I replied, "is our way to gather information about the artifact."
Her gaze flicked over the words, absorbing each line carefully. Minutes passed in silence as she read, her brow furrowing in concentration. Finally, she looked up at me confused.
"This is… a song, Lucien," she said, closing the scroll gently.
"I know," I told her, a hint of excitement in my voice. "But it's not just any song. It's a praise song. And guess what—or rather, who—it's praising?"
Lila's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips. "The artifact," she whispered.
"Exactly," I said, taking the scroll from her. Then, slowly, reverently, I began to sing the song, letting each word carry the meaning and magic hidden within it.
Fallen from the sky,
A gift divine,
Our God so pure and holy,
Who holds no lie.
Power pure and binding,
Strong and blinding,
Shining light in darkest night,
