Chapter 15 Forbidden Library
Fitran opened a gigantic door that creaked slowly, revealing a world full of wonders—a breathtaking library. Stepping inside, he was immediately greeted by a breathtaking sight: billions of books neatly arranged on towering shelves, rising like an infinite tower of knowledge. Soft light from lamps hanging from the ceiling illuminated this grand library, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere, as if each book narrated its own tales, waiting to be read and explored further.
"Finally, I'm back," Fitran said, his eyes filled with hope as he noticed his right hand suddenly glowing with a golden light. "It seems I no longer need to worry about Rinoa," he added, feeling the burden in his heart begin to lift.
"Doppelgänger magic, Shadow Reflection," breathed a captivating demon woman, her voice soft as silk, as she stepped forward to greet Fitran with a smile full of enigmas. Her eyes sparkled like polished obsidian, reflecting the flickering light around them, and an aura of shadow energy twirled around the tips of her fingers, signaling the power she possessed.
Behind the darkness lies a terrifying power—Doppelgänger magic, which creates a perfect replica of its owner. This shadow not only copies the physical form, but it can also fight and act independently of the creator's will. Legends suggest that the use of this magic can cause the shadow reflection to become a self-sufficient entity with its own purpose and will, leading to a loss of control for the sorcerer and difficulties in distinguishing the original from the imitation, much like the complexities of human relationships.
"I have recorded new notes," said Mammon as he meticulously jotted down information in an old framed book, its pages cream-colored with slightly yellowed edges. He slipped a silver-tipped pen between his fingers, as if waiting to unveil the secrets of the unseen world. "You can create more than one shadow," he continued, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm, as if he were exploring the limitless possibilities born from the magic's power.
The magic of Mammon possesses the ability to absorb everything new—be it knowledge, untouched magic, or forgotten history. Its mystical energy flows like an unbroken river, exploring every possible corner, creating bridges between what exists and what may yet come to be.
"I was surprised when someone suddenly appeared in this library," Mammon said, his voice echoing softly among the neatly organized bookshelves. "Who would have thought that this famous Paladin has now turned into a thief," he continued, his eyes sparkling as he discovered the irony in this seemingly impossible situation.
"I came here to make an offer," Fitran said, his voice calm yet tinged with tension.
"An offer," Mammon repeated, a humorous laughter resonating among the grand bookshelves.
"But you truly are mysterious; I can't read your thoughts, your actions, or even the power you wield," Mammon continued, his expression reflecting deep confusion. "This is a bit of an insult to me as the guardian of this forbidden library."
"There shouldn't be any more books added to this library," said Mammon, soaring gracefully between the towering shelves, gently returning a recently revised book to the 110th floor. The soft breeze generated by his wings rustled the neatly arranged pages, creating a subtle melody that blended with the stillness of the dust-laden room filled with history.