The moment my team stepped through the portal, it was as if the world had been muted. The roaring chaos of the arena vanished, replaced by a deep, profound, and almost physically heavy silence.
Stepping into the Whispering Library felt like walking into another time. The entrance hall was so huge it made them feel tiny and left them without words. They walked on a dark, polished marble floor that didn't reflect any light, so it was like walking on solid shadow. They looked up at endless rows of books on shelves that rose like tall trees, their tops vanishing into the dark, high ceiling. A cool air filled the space, carrying the heavy scent of old paper and wax. But the entire place radiated an aura of immense, scholarly pressure. It was the kind of quietness that made you feel nervous about the sound of your own breathing.
