Rhys found a small wooden desk tucked into the corner. It had a candle lantern on one side and a cushioned chair—not fancy, but comfortable enough.
He scanned the nearby shelves, running his fingers across the old book spines until one caught his attention:
"Chronicle of Moonmist Heart – Volume I"
He pulled it out, blew off some dust, and sat at the desk. Puddle quietly hopped onto the table beside him, curling up like a relaxed pet slime.
The book wasn't too thick—maybe three hundred pages. Rhys leaned back, opened it, and began reading.
The first chapters were simple, almost like village records rather than a grand history. They described how Moonmist Heart was founded by a small group of mages and scholars. Back then, the land had been untamed—no city, no roads, only forests and fog.
But they built their home anyway.
