A boy in a mask could be seen skimming through books, his eyes sharp and focused. All around him, books lay scattered .
"Ugh..." he groaned.
Tarkan wore a deeply frustrated expression. He had been in the library for days now, nearly a full week, searching every book, scroll, and archive for anything that could help him prepare for his upcoming entry into the Second Dimension.
Yet every single piece of information he came across seemed to repeat the same vague notion saying the Second Dimension is the true beginning of ascension.
That was it.
There was no mention of races, no maps, no first-hand accounts, nothing of relevance. The books only glorified those who had become Ascenders, praising their greatness and power as if they were gods. They said much about what came after... but nothing about what lay ahead.
