Chapter Eighty

Marco’s POV

The old woman carefully put the torn scroll on a nearby table, making sure not to damage it further. She raised her hands, placed them near the scroll, and closed her eyes for a moment, as if collecting her thoughts. When she opened her eyes again, she looked determined.

"Now, Marco," she said, speaking with confidence but also excitement. "We need to be careful. The words on this scroll have great power, but they've been hidden for many years. We have to uncover their secrets and understand what they mean."

I nodded, focusing my gaze on the scroll in front of me. The dust had settled a bit, but the ancient writings still looked faded and hard to read. I squinted, trying to make out the intricate symbols and lines on its surface.

"It's really dusty," I said, feeling a bit disappointed. "I can hardly see anything."

The old woman understood my concern and nodded in understanding. "Don't worry, Marco," she reassured me. "The dust is just covering up the wisdom in these writin