"Emlica!" I gasped, turning to stare at the remnant. "You can't…I mean…but that's–"
Emlica chuckled, patting me on the shoulder. "Take a breath, child. Her god has already been there, remember? Whatever she might learn is only a fraction of his minute-long visit revealed."
My mouth clicked shut as I flushed red, quickly averting my gaze. "Sorry, I'm just…can you offer something like that?"
"You're the one who brought me along. Isn't it a little late to be asking that?"
Nithalee cleared her throat. "By the Library of Fate, you couldn't possibly mean…?"
Emlica nodded. "The very same. The Divine Library that once resided in Fate's Divine Kingdom. It's filled with the accumulated knowledge of countless millennia, beginning shortly after the first Realm War."
"Realm war?" Nithalee raised her eyebrow.
