The massive bronze doors closed softly behind them.
The sounds of the city disappeared almost instantly.
The lively streets of Valenor, filled with merchants and carriages, were replaced by a peaceful silence broken only by the turning of pages, the scratching of quills against parchment, and the quiet footsteps of librarians moving between towering bookshelves.
John instinctively lowered his voice.
"...It's quieter than I expected."
Lythriel looked around, equally amazed.
"I've never seen so many books."
Sylvara slowly turned in a circle.
Sunlight poured through the stained-glass windows high above, painting the polished marble floor with shades of blue, gold, and crimson. The colors shifted gently as clouds drifted across the sky.
Every shelf was meticulously organized.
Wooden plaques hung above each aisle.
**History**
**Geography**
**Medicine**
**Magic Theory**
**Architecture**
**Natural Sciences**
**Philosophy**
