"Hmm..."
After leaving the spacious and bright 'main hall', Motan appeared out of thin air amidst a ripple of distortion. His expression was somewhat stiff, and he sighed gently, turning his eyes with a complex look to the enthusiastic petite girl beside him. "This place feels a bit ominous."
Thanks to the dual protection of the Rune Baseplates and space shields, the recent teleportation did not place an ounce of burden on Frank Hughes' body, which, although not exactly frail, could not be considered robust either. Yet, even so, after growing accustomed to the transparent, bright, and grand aesthetic of the library, this 'library room'—with its area not even a hundred square meters and a deep, dim feeling—still made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"It's just an illusion."
