Game in Marvel

Liam exhaled as he stepped away from the bookshelf. He had no way of reading all these books right now, but he didn't have to. With a quiet command, he disengaged from the Interceptor and pulled himself out of the interceptor javelin. The armor remained standing, its eye slits glowing faintly as if still alive.

"It moves on its own?" Keira noticed that the armor was standing and even moving, after Liam got out. 

"More than that," Liam said. "Interceptor, scan the books. Store all text in memory."

The armor's eyes flickered and then it proceeded to bring out a book from the bookshelf and open it. From it's eyes, a soft blue light started the scanning process and then turned the page. This process repeated with each page and thus in this way, it was saving each and every word in it's memory. 

"You're joking." Keira watched in stunned silence before letting out a laugh.

"No joke."

This thing… it's not just a suit of armor, is it? It's thinking. Understanding. That's impossible."

"It's not magic, if that's what you're thinking," Liam said. "It's technology. A kind of intelligence created by humans, not sorcery."

"It doesn't make sense. Humans can't create intelligence. That's the domain of the gods and magic." Keira refused to believe it.

"Well, looks like humans proved you wrong," Liam said.

It took the interceptor about half an hour to complete scanning the whole small makeshift library. 

"Scan complete. All text has been stored. Awaiting further commands."

"It speaks."

"Yeah, it does that too." Liam said.

"And you expect me to just accept that humans built something this advanced without sorcery." Keira said. 

"I don't expect anything," Liam replied, rolling his shoulders. "You'll believe what you want. But whether you like it or not, this isn't magic—it's science. And science can do things you wouldn't imagine."

"I don't know if I should be impressed or terrified." Keira sighed, but for a brief moment Liam saw greed in her eyes. 

"Probably both."

Soon they were out of the elven ruins and found themselves back at the hut. Keira was exceptionally silent on their way back. And Liam too didn't speak a word. By the time they returned to the hut, night had fully settled over the swamp. Inside, the dim light of a candle flickered as Keira settled into a chair, her gaze flickering between Liam and the Interceptor armor, still standing.

A soft hum filled the room as the Interceptor projected a holographic image of a book in front of them, its pages turning slowly in midair.

"It can do that too?" Keira's breath caught.

"Told you."

"Aen elle vatt'ghern, luned aep temeria. Fayn aen esseath, han lath aep guin'vail." Liam said as he read the first passage of the book that he had just summoned. 

"That's—"

"'The Elder warriors marched upon Temeria. Blood was shed, yet the sun rose again,'" Liam translated smoothly.

"Anyone who has studied Elder Speech could've done that. You could be making things up." Keira wasn't convinced at all. 

"Fine, let's test it. Pick any passage, and I'll translate it for you." 

Keira scrolled through the floating pages, stopping at a random section. She pointed to a line. It was an magical incantation. 

"Caelm laith aep laraen, aen'dhuan aep vaedh. Ess'fael en'caelm guin." Liam read it out loud. "It means, 'The stars guided the lost, illuminating the path of fate. A promise written in the sky.' This spell is extremely useful if you are lost in a foreign land. It will basically take you to the closest safe person that would help you and though the spell can't differentiate on a deep level, it can roughly judge if the person is good by heart and thus lead you to him or her." 

"That… sounds correct. But let's see." Keira said. Though she could roughly speak the words written, she couldn't explain what the magic spell actually meant and Liam was able to voice it out. 

She raised a hand and murmured the words under her breath, focusing her energy. A soft golden light sparked from her palm, twisting into thin threads of magic before forming the vague shape of a constellation and then pointing it at Liam. This surprised Keira a bit as she didn't expect the magic to work and also point to Liam. 

She had been running around too much and it was very hard for her to trust anyone and Liam popping out of nowhere, made her more skeptical. All she could do was smile. 

"You really do understand Elder Speech." Keira exhaled. 

"I did say I had a good teacher." Liam replied.

"You are… unlike anyone I've ever met." Keira said. This time she meant her words and Liam could see that she didn't mean the words in a flirty manner but a genuine appreciation. 

"Good. I like to keep things interesting."

"That's an understatement." Keira replied. "Wait here."

Liam raised an eyebrow as she descended into the basement of the hut. After a moment, she returned, carrying a thick, worn grimoire. The edges of its pages were frayed, and Liam could sense the faint traces of magical energy pulsed from its cover.

"This belonged to an old sorcerer who studied forbidden spells. I could never fully translate it, but if your command over Elder Speech is as strong as you claim, then maybe you can."

"You want me to translate spells?" Liam was curious because spells and grimoires were very important to all sorcerers and they wouldn't share easily. 

"Only some of them. I need to confirm their meanings before I attempt them. Some magic is… unpredictable." Keira replied. 

"Before I do that, I want something in return." Liam said with a deep tone. 

"Of course you do." She folded her arms. "What is it?" She could already guess since Liam had spoken about it before. 

"Teach me magic." Liam said. "I can use enchanted weapons, sure. I understand runes and forging techniques. But real magic—actual spellcasting—is different. I need to learn it, starting from the basics."