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Pausing for a moment, I added, “I apologise for my mistake. I didn’t know the library was off-limits.” “Actually, it isn’t exactly off limits….” She waved her hand and a pile of books flew out of the shelves and arranged themselves in neat stacks. Valence’s lips quivered as she muttered a spell in some language I couldn’t recognize. Moments later, the books vanished from my sight. “You can go ahead and read the others.” I bowed from my waist, “Thank you, Grand Magus.” “Why are you back? Is there a problem?”

Do you think that if she showed it to Zylah, she could do any of the things described? "I think so, but now the books don't exist anymore," I said, making a trick of my mouth. So I thought better." In fact, I have a friend who can help with this issue of lack of knowledge. Octavius, a sin of Pride, has a library in his territory. It is the only place where there is a source of research within hell. He was also responsible for putting in my head the idea of creating a book to hide parts of my magic, in case of emergencies or so that I would not lose control of the powers.

It was just like the woods in Eclipse pack filled with nothing but trees. "You'll be able to do this once you've opened the book." Was the only response she gave. "Looking up ahead." She instructed and I did just that. Just a short distance before us, was the exact same copy of the book in Miguel's room. "Is that….?" I gasped. "It is exactly what you think it is, Lila. That is the book of Mageia, a sacred heritage of our kind." She spoke proudly, staring admirably at the book floating in the air.

Slinging my ratty backpack over my shoulder, I took off for Eclipse University’s sprawling library where I spent the entirety of the day lost in the stacks, reading every bit of magical text I could get my hands on. Of course, Ryker and Jude checked in, mind-linking me when I stopped answering my phone. Lucille had been blowing me up, wanting to know why I’d skipped out on my shift. I turned my phone off after the fourth call. The library at Eclipse University happened to be the largest on the entire island. It was so big that it had its own dedicated building with wings for the various types of literature. Each time I found a new potion I tested it out.

Eerie statues, their expressions carved with a hint of malevolence, guarded the entrance to a colossal library The monolithic structure of the library loomed before them, its dark stone walls and towering columns seemingly absorbing the dim light filtering through the valley's perpetual twilight. Carved symbols, similar to those on the fragmented map, adorned the entrance, swirling with a faint, malevolent energy. A sense of foreboding washed over the guardians. This was no ordinary library; it was a repository of forbidden knowledge, a testament to the Obsidian Watch's dark magic. An unsettling silence hung heavy in the air, broken only by the rhythmic chirping of unseen insects.

The library was gigantic—row after row of towering bookshelves, wheeled ladders, and dusty tomes propped on pedestals like they were artifacts of gods long forgotten. I stopped in the doorway, taking in the scents of scuffed leather, dust, and something faintly metal—blood, perhaps? I did not want to think of it. My heart was racing as I moved deeper into the room, between stacks of political treatises, magical texts, and genealogies written in long-dead tongues. He would not leave anything unsafe in an open view. But I knew Mikhail. For all his cunning, he was also proud—too proud of his own cleverness, too arrogant to believe someone like myself could outsmart him. That pride was my one ho

her lip quivering as she spoke. "What weapon?" I sounded dumb. "The Knife of Erthyrya. One stab and it takes poofs any individual out of existence." She said without a hint of mockery in her voice. "Sorry, the knife of what now?" I really sound dumb. "Er-thy-ry-a." she ennuciates every sylabol like I was a baby. "It was forged our of a heart of a dragon that consumes all magical essence any person has. And uses that collective power to just zap you out of this world." Luna lets out a heavy sigh.

He leaned back on the chair, his ankle resting on his knee, seeming at complete ease on the uncomfortable wooden chairs. The library whispered with movement as mages and apprentices moved between the rows of bookcases or turned the pages of their books at the table around us. The murmur of voices was maddening, for not a word could I understand as they murmured incantations to themselves, memorising them for later use. “There is ridiculously little said in all these words,” I complained. “Well, what is it that you wish to know?” Rivyn replied, pausing his own reading and leaning around the book to look at me.

It was a treasure trove of Magdalene's history, a testament to a life intertwined with secrets and enigmas. In one corner, a weathered journal beckoned to Jette. Its pages held Magdalene's handwritten accounts of encounters with the mystical, dreams that transcended reality, and ancient rituals performed under the silver glow of the moon. The revelations within the journal hinted at a life steeped in magic and mystery. As Jette immersed herself in the tales penned by Magdalene, a realization dawned upon her—an understanding that Magdalene's sanctuary was not just a refuge for those seeking solace, but a haven built upon the intersection of the mundane and the magical.

“The library. All of it, Z. It’s all there. Our actual accounts of how our races started. The very beginning. No fluff. In scrolls. In hieroglyphics. Oh, Z, it was amazing. Books and scrolls for a long as you could even look. You couldn’t seen the end of the shelves. They were as tall as the trees in your home pack.” “How…I thought…but…” Hector snorted, taking a sip of coffee. “How else. Magic. It was kept in a bubble all this time. It’s the reason why we weren’t able to get anything out, or really receive anything. It’s in a self-contained ecosystem. Frankly, for how old it is, magic like that just doesn’t exist anymore.” “So…I…I have so many questions. How did…when did…” Auri took my hands