The place where Eve stood was a testament to a bygone era, a place where ancient wisdom and arcane knowledge intertwined.
The laboratory in front of her was something that she never expected.
It was expansive, its walls adorned with faded tapestries depicting esoteric symbols and intricate spell patterns.
Rows upon rows of towering bookshelves lined the walls.
The absence of natural sunlight created an atmosphere cloaked in dim illumination. Instead of sunlight, the chamber was bathed in the soft, flickering glow of enchanted candles, their ethereal flames dancing and casting shifting shadows across the room. These mystical flames, born of potent sorcery, burned eternal, never faltering or diminishing.