A special golden Token was pressed against the surface of the light curtain. Ripples spread out, tracing the paths of the runes.
Three seconds later, the light curtain silently split open, forming a gap just large enough for one person to pass through.
The five Elders entered one by one.
The 4th Floor was even smaller, only about the size of half a basketball court. Two rows of bookshelves lined the walls.
A stone pedestal stood in the center, and on it rested several items.
A fist-sized crystal of dark silver, seemingly swallowing all light and shadow around it… the Level Four Eternal Shadow Remains.
A roll of parchment bound with Dark Gold silk thread… the clan's core Inheritance tome.
Beside it was a thick stack of notes—the collected insights of countless generations of former Clan Leaders and Morning Star Wizards.
And at the very edge… an unremarkable old parchment scroll with frayed edges.
