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Enkille smiled and strolled near the young ruler of Argia. They walked at a steady pace, not losing their guards down. They heightened their senses for a possible surprise attack or an ambush. It seemed that their deities were looking after them because they reached the end of the tunnel without trouble. But there was another set of rune magic floating on air again. Branigan unbinds it effortlessly. Until they finally stood inside the massive library. The silence inside made them wonder. They could not see even a single faerie. “I feel sorry for the books stuck here,” Branigan said.

Taz turn on a small torchlight which he had taken along with him before sneaking inside the sacred library. Every book in the library was about the blood moon beast. Despite the alikeness of all the books, there was a particular one that caught Taz's attention. It was a grey book with ancient inscriptions. He pulled it out, dusted it and hid it inside his garment and hurried out of the hidden room. Unknown to Taz, as he walked out of the room through the secret door and out of the library, the secret room disappeared and there was no secret library there anymore.

Xander and I knelt together, our hands covered in the rich, dark soil of the New Wild, and we pushed the seed deep into the earth. The ground didn't shake. The sky didn't turn red. But as the sun finally cleared the mountains, a tiny, elegant structure began to grow from the soil—not a spire of ivory, but a circular pavilion made of living, woven willow trees, its branches holding thousands of blank, wooden pages that rustled in the wind like the wings of a bird. "The Library," Mia whispered, her eyes bright. "The Library of the Unwritten," I corrected, looking at Xander.

I asked, looking at a cylinder that contained what looked like a human heart made of silver. "It doesn't just provide power, Zora," Kael said, not looking back. "It records. Every thought, every betrayal, every drop of blood spilled in its presence—it’s all written in the Ledger. That’s why we’re here. We are the 'Unwritten'. The Alphas who were too 'unstable' for the Spires." We reached a central dais surrounded by a moat of swirling silver liquid. Kael signaled for me to step onto the obsidian platform.

a gigantic library slowly emerged. Its shelves stretched beyond the clouds. Its doors were larger than mountains. Yet every shelf appeared... empty. The woman whispered, "A library with no books..." The gray-coated man answered, "Not empty." "They haven't been written..." "...yet." At that moment... a child's laughter echoed from somewhere inside the impossible library. Adrian froze. It was the same laughter he had heard long ago... at the Hall of Readers... before the White Tree had fallen. The Pen of Beginnings suddenly wrote four glowing words across Adrian's palm.

The sun had long since set, and the library was now lit only by the warm glow of brass lamps. Piles of rejected books cluttered the tables like tombstones of dead theories. Fennigan reached for the very last book in the stack. It was a crumbling, nondescript tome bound in gray hide that looked like it had survived a fire. The title on the spine had worn away centuries ago. He opened it carefully, the binding cracking in protest. He flipped past pages of ancient genealogy and territory maps until he stopped near the end. His finger traced a faded illustration of a wolf surrounded by symbols of fire, water, earth, and air.

"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." She threw a heavy iron key to Emily. "If you can organize it, you can stay." The Library was a disaster. It wasn't just messy; it was hostile. Scrolls were piled in heaps that reached the ceiling. Books floated in the air, flapping their pages like birds. The air smelled of ozone and ancient dust. Emily walked in. The door slammed shut behind her. "Okay," she whispered. "Let’s see what we have." She reached for a floating book. As her fingers brushed the spine, a sho

Japheth snorted, a corner of his lips tipping up. “No, dumbass.” I groaned, running a hand through the strands of my hair. “I mean the ones about otherworldly beings. Gods, gryms and I don't know what else might be in there.” The books in the library were considered sacred. Although, Shadowfen wasn't as large as Valeras, it was hard to find one's way around here. With different and multiple routes and passageways, the possiblity of finding your way around was impossible without the guide of someone accustomed to the structures.