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To ensure the hospital's security, he also asked Eden to come over. Though Christon did not know the exact way back to the island, he might be helpful if they got close. The matter concerning the jade pendant was too crucial for Alexander to let go. After leaving the hospital, Alexander headed to the library to comb through ancient texts, hoping to find some clues. The task was akin to finding a needle in a haystack, but it was better than doing nothing. Meanwhile, those defeated by Alexander reported the situation to their superiors and carefully went into hiding to avoid being tracked.

Aria and Yuria looked at her. Laila bitterly smiled. “And, maybe, the West Kingdom’s royal library, too…” she told them. After all, it is where the witch now and the princes are fighting against her. Aria and Yuria fell silent, for they knew what Laila wanted to say. That is, the royal libraries of all the kingdoms were now destroyed. So, they no longer have any documents left by their ancestors. “This is going too far!” Aria said and clenched her fists in anger. But, what can she do? She has no more power to fight against the witch. Worse, the witch can actually easily pinch her to death.

"We don't use money here, Oneiric. We trade in favors. Secrets. And labor." She lowered herself to the ground. "What can you do? besides warp reality when you cry?" "I’m an archivist," Emily said. "I organize chaos. I find patterns where other people see noise." Morrigan raised an eyebrow. She gestured to a heavy iron door at the back of the atrium. "The Library of the Lost," Morrigan said. "We have scrolls dating back to the First Era. Grimoires written in dead tongues. Prophecies that drove their authors mad. It hasn't been organized in three centuries because most people who try end up bleeding from their eyes."

But that changed the next morning again as soon as I found out that he received a letter from Laelia. We stopped at another city center for lunch and I found a wooden building that was the town's library. It was filled with wax tablets, papyrus scrolls, and parchments with ancient knowledge. I found several scrolls that I could read, so I started looking for stuff on gemstones and their magical properties; mythical beasts, and how to tackle them; curses and remedies; how to make sorceress answer questions without posing riddles; and so on. Oh, how I miss Wikipedia! "These must be returned within a fortnight." The librarian told me, eyeing my huge pile of collection suspiciously.

“It was strategy.” The word tasted sweeter than champagne. She excused herself from the crowd and slipped into the room once called the library. It bore no trace of its former life. Mama’s oak desk had been sold in Geneva. Amara’s blanket forts burned with the rugs. Every first edition crated and stamped Asset Liquidation. Now it was a lounge for cigars and counting spoils. Only two relics remained. Amara doesn't know of this yet. To her, the library and everything in it was still intact.

- He said. It was in that temple that was lost, there were no occultists, who in turn died in the last war. They never wrote because they were murdered before taking their manuscripts to the publishers, rather than taking the books with them. She was the only person to remember and to take the books with her, there was data that she collected. After all, that universe was without culture, when they were taken to a world of plagues and diseases that devastated that world. The world without culture had no knowledge, beyond what they wrote for classes.

“Idle hands, sir.” “We won’t be asking any witches or vampires about goddess gifted for the time being, Thea. We can’t risk tipping off the wrong people. We will investigate to see if they are involved first.” She nodded. “Let’s hold off on excursions for now, Liam,” Alpha Ulric said. Liam nodded. “Yes, sir.” “Sir, I know this is kind of morbid, but what happened to the libraries of the packs that were destroyed back east? Has anyone mentioned anything?” Thea said.

I watch in wonder, not used to this extra-charming side of him. “Ben,” the librarian sighs, shaking his head. “I know you’re not doing research –“ “I am too!” Ben says, laughing and dropping his hand to the desk as he grins at the librarian. I look back and forth between them, curious. “There are manuscripts up there regarding the fifteenth century negotiations which established Atalaxia as an independent nation –“ “A formation you don’t even need to study until next term –“ the librarian growls, calling his bluff.

Just held on for the length of the hall and let go when they reached the library door. Zara was grateful. ~~~ The library had not been spared. Half the shelves had come down, either from violence or time or both. Books were scattered across the floor in the specific chaos of things that had been thrown rather than fallen. The window on the east wall was shattered inward. Glass had settled into the pages of a dozen texts and caught the early morning light in thin, scattered pieces. "Right," Denice said, looking at it all. "It's in here somewhere," Zara said. She was already moving. "The Codex was on the third shelf from the back wall, left side."

The white void shattered. Suddenly, Anna was standing in a cathedral-like structure that defied the laws of geometry. Shelves of obsidian and bone rose into a sky of swirling ink, filled with millions of scrolls, jars of memories, and weeping books. It was the Great Library of the Sunder,the repository of everything the McKinnley line had ever taken or lost.