The following day, Eldranthor and Fenryr visited the special collections library once again. Armed with the information about the Stewards of the Black Moon's involvement with science and magic, Eldranthor began to search for connections to significant scientific developments of the 20th century.
Eldranthor's gaze fell upon an archive of articles and correspondence from the mid-1940s. There, nestled amongst scientific papers, were letters that bore the seal of the Black Moon. Intrigued, Eldranthor began to leaf through them.
What he found left him breathless. Names he recognized, scientists who had been critical in the development of the atom bomb, were intertwined with members of the Black Moon. The content of the letters was heavily encoded, filled with scientific jargon intertwined with the arcane language of magic. However, as Eldranthor started to decipher the information, the truth became clear: the Stewards of the Black Moon had been involved in the Manhattan Project.
Eldranthor quickly summoned Fenryr over, and together they worked through the documents, piecing together the story. It became apparent that the Stewards had used their magical knowledge to facilitate the project's breakthroughs. They had guided the scientists, subtly manipulating the laws of physics to allow for the creation of a weapon of immense power.
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This revelation hit Eldranthor like a punch to the gut. He had always known that magic was a powerful force, capable of both great good and great harm, depending on how it was used. But to see it instrumental in the creation of such a devastating weapon was unsettling.
The realization also drove home the potential danger the Stewards posed. If they had been willing to use magic to create the atom bomb, what might they be willing to do now? And what other historical events had they influenced, unbeknownst to the world?
As they walked home, Eldranthor shared these thoughts with Fenryr. The other man was quiet for a moment, absorbing the implications of what they'd discovered. "It's scary to think about," he said finally, "but we can't let fear stop us. If anything, this just proves how important our work is. We need to understand this magic better, and we need to make sure it doesn't fall into the wrong hands."
Eldranthor nodded, appreciating Fenryr's resolve. He was right. They couldn't afford to be deterred by fear. Now more than ever, they needed to press on, to continue their quest for knowledge, and to ensure that magic was used to better the world, not destroy it.
