3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance
“But if things get worse…”
“It it,” he cut in gently. "I won't let it."
I nodded and let it go—for now.
“We should go see the oracle,” he added.
I nodded, and we left together.
When we arrived, the door was already slightly open, as if she had been expecting us.
Inside, the room had completely transformed.
There were Books everywhere. So many books.
Old, worn, ancient-looking texts were spread across tables, stacked in corners, some even open with markings and notes beside them.