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Inside the mountain, Isagani followed a narrow, winding trail. The air was cool and damp, and the faint sound of dripping water echoed through the tunnels. Strange glowing symbols appeared on the rocks and tree trunks along the path, pulsing softly like tiny lanterns. Isagani recognized the symbols—they were Baybayin! His heart raced with excitement. “These must be clues,” he thought. “They’ll lead me to the villain who stole the sacred book.”