Chapter 22 Tome
Zane and Shelby stood before two large archways that flanked them, each one carved in obsidian stone and marked with glowing ethereal runes.
One read: Library Hall.
The other: Weapon Hall.
A gentle hum of arcane energy emanated from both, but each carried a different scent in the air—old parchment and ink from the left, steel and brimstone from the right.
"Which one should we go first?" Shelby asked, cracking his knuckles. His eyes naturally leaned toward the Weapon Hall. "I’m guessing firepower would come in handy."
"Library," Zane replied without hesitation.
"Library? You nerd kid?" Shelby blinked at him. "Didn’t peg you for a bookworm."
Zane shot him a glare. Just once.
That was enough.
Shelby raised both hands in surrender, chuckling. "Alright, alright. Lead the way, oh wise scholar."
Zane stepped into the Library Hall, and the moment he crossed the threshold, the air changed. Denser. Older. Wiser.