"$$#$%^ %&&…"
Sophia blinked, frowning. "That language—"
Aria raised a hand. "Hold on, let me check something." She opened her game forum, and pointing it at her. "Ancient elven dialect—submerged variant. It's barely recorded."
"Can you translate it?" Rhys asked, crouching beside the girl.
"Give me a second…" Aria's fingers moved rapidly through glowing keyboard. A faint hum spread through the air as her analyzer translated her language into their own.
The girl stared at them, her breathing shallow. Then, softer, she repeated herself—slower this time.
"$$$... who... are you?"
The analyzer chimed. Aria's expression brightened. "Got it. She asked who we are."
Caria blinked. "She can understand us?"
"Not yet," Sophia said, her eyes thoughtful. "But her mana is adapting fast—she's synchronizing linguistically. The preservation enchantment must've been designed for that."
Rhys exhaled, resting his hand lightly on his knee. "Alright… then let's answer her."
