Hearing Katherine's words, the two women nodded and moved through the new Library.
The halls stretched endlessly in every direction, towering shelves like ancient monoliths filled with tomes that hummed with living knowledge.
The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, while faint, glowing runes drifted lazily through the space like fireflies.
Summer looked around with open curiosity, her long black hair swaying as she walked.
"How do we even work this place?" she asked, her voice echoing softly off the shelves.
Raven arched a brow, her pure white eyes scanning the endless rows as she admitted,
"I don't know either. It's Creara's creation, so it's probably more complicated than it looks."
The moment she finished speaking, a little boy appeared before them.
He looked about ten years old, with neat brown hair and curious, glowing orange eyes.
