Northern continued to rummage through the archives, creating piles of promising texts while leaving clones to study the more specialized works—treatises on minerals, monster materials, rift formations. He left them to their task while he focused on what mattered most: history. Every corner of it he could find.
After dropping one more book onto the growing stack, he used wind manipulation to control several others, letting them drift and orbit around him in lazy circles. His eyes swept across their spines—and then caught on something different.
This book had a worn leather binding, its surface cracked and weathered in a way that looked completely out of place among the pristine archive texts.
'Now what are you?'
Curiosity tugged at him, and naturally the book drifted toward his outstretched hand. He took it and examined it more closely.
