Luckily, he managed to make it down just fast enough. He turned around and saw the librarian floating on the stairs. It stayed there, not returning up and not coming down.
"Are you going to keep staying there from now?" he asked casually. He didn't expect a response, and he didn't get one.
He turned away and walked to a table. Sitting down, he took a deep breath to calm himself. His muscles ached and his limbs felt weak, but it was all worth it, being able to see all those wonderful books and reaching a whole new part of the library.
It had its own weather, its own atmosphere. It was completely outstanding. Raze looked up, a look of longing in his eyes. There was knowledge above, all within his reach, and all he had to do was lock in and continuously read. The more he read, the more worlds he unraveled.
"I'll get there soon enough," he muttered before placing the book on the table and opening the first page. Immediately, it felt as if he had opened the gates into a whole new realm.
The letters rearranged themselves, giving off immense energy. He swallowed a ball of saliva. His finger ran over the page, feeling the paper, feeling its texture.
He looked at the first line and read it: "God's eye, the eye that sees through everything."
It opened with a line, and the moment he was done with that line, everything changed. It was as if he was pulled into a different reality. He was floating in an empty void as he watched the words come to life in a golden shine.
They danced around him and took shape, turning into holograms of bodies and eyes, explaining the logic that was God's eyes. This could barely be called reading, but it was. The library wasn't limited to flipping pages, as reading took form in different ways.
Raze stood there and watched, the knowledge rushing into his head. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he kept absorbing whatever was allowed.
Until finally, it stopped.
[Skill seed found, God's eyes, unawakened]
[Comprehension of God's eye, 0.1 percent]
His mind was forced back to the library. He opened his eyes and saw the book right in front of him. He had only managed to get through the first page, and yet his mind was filled with so much information about God's eyes that he was genuinely stunned.
"Wait, how long was I out for?" he wondered. He picked up the book and immediately left the library. He appeared in his room. The low light of the moon seeped through the windows, the sound of crickets and owls made a night symphony, and the chilly night wind brushed over his skin.
"It's night already," he muttered. He got up from the bed, placed the book on the table, and walked to the door.
He opened it and took a look outside. The torches kept the hallway lit. There was no one there, but then he looked down and noticed a tray.
It had food on it in ceramic bowls, properly covered, and a note by the side. He picked it up and walked in, placing it on the table.
He picked up the note and read the content.
[Young master, I'm sure you are busy with something and that's why you didn't respond. This is your dinner. If it is cold by the time that you get it, use your flames to heat it up, the ceramic plates can take the heat. Have a good night, young master.]
"This is from Elaine," he muttered, his eyes slowly widening.
"Elaine can write?" he muttered. He looked at the paper again. "No, maybe she gave it to someone else. But the only people I know who have such education would be my family, or Ella.
Elaine would never ask them for help for sure, even if she was getting along with Ella. That means this must have been her. Why did she never tell me she could?" he asked.
He looked at the food, broth and bread, but this time with beef. He used his flames like she said, warming the food properly before eating.
When he was done, he placed the plate aside and got on his feet. He walked to the center of the room, looked around a bit, and then closed his eyes.
Taking a deep, slow breath, the entire room went still, quiet. He watched, but not with his eyes. Patiently, he stood there. Minutes passed and nothing happened, and then an hour.
And finally, his eyes snapped open, glowing blue. Raze saw everything. Information started rushing into his head like crazy. He could see the insects around, he could see the flow of mana and other forms of energy, he could see things deep into the ground and high into the sky.
The information was immense. It rushed into his mind like a train. It slammed into him, and he collapsed to his knees, coughing up some blood. His eyes began spinning, but he gripped the floor, his eyes burning with an unquenchable desire to learn and master these eyes.
His head felt like it was getting hit by a sledgehammer on repeat, and his eyes burned in their sockets. He couldn't even appreciate the beauty of everything he was seeing because he was in so much pain.
Deep, inhumane growls came from his body, but he still didn't stop. He pushed himself back up, his head swung back like a zombie, he groaned like one.
His brain slowly started accommodating the information. He started cutting through it and pushing away what he didn't need.
"Focus, focus on one thing and filter," he thought to himself. He started limiting it to the room alone, pouring all his focus.
Slowly, the information was getting cut down until it was the room alone. It brought him such grateful relief that he couldn't help but smile.
Now he could finally appreciate what the eyes had to offer.