Aether breathing was heavy; he gripped his chest, almost as if he was having a heart attack, but looking around, everything was normal. He was inside the Infinite Library with the party that his father had assigned to him, so they could help him clear books.
He didn't need the sync anymore, but some of the members still needed a little more before they could challenge their trials, meaning he was going to help them, so they would help him with the Trial. Plus, maybe he could get some more shards, and maybe... even some relics!
Yet, even with everything normal... why did he have a faint memory of... wait, what was he talking about again? A being made out of pure light.
Something like that Can't exist.
I mean, it made no sense, even if it felt as if it was, he was sure it was just... a hallucination.
Either way, he needed to find a fitting book.
'One not too hard, since we don't want to waste essence, but at the same time one that gave us enough.'
