Aiden sat alone in the quiet of the library, the smell of old parchment and wax candles heavy in the air.
The afternoon light bled through tall stained-glass windows, painting fractured colors across the table where books—stacked, opened, scattered—waited like silent witnesses to his thoughts.
He turned another page, the thin paper whispering beneath his gloved fingers.
He was reading again about the religion of this world—the Book of Acclaim, as they called it. To others, it was sacred scripture, the word of the divine.
To him, it was a puzzle—a carefully constructed tapestry of symbols, rewritten truths, and veiled history. Every paragraph carried the weight of centuries, yet behind each solemn verse, he sensed intention… design.
He frowned, leaning back in his chair. The words before him blurred for a moment as his mind began stitching together fragments of memory, lines when he was reading the damn webnovel.
Could it be?
