Chapter 50: The Library of Memories
Nero stood in an enormous library of memories, its endless shelves stretching infinitely in every direction, towering far beyond what the eye could perceive.
The air was thick with the scent of parchment and ink, laced with the faint hum of magic that made the very walls seem alive.
The flickering glow of ethereal blue light bathed the towering books, their spines shimmering with words he could not yet read.
And in the center of it all, waiting for him with quiet pride, was Rowena Ravenclaw.
She regarded him with the same knowing gaze she always did: sharp, unreadable, yet undeniably fond. There was a warmth to her presence, a silent reassurance that, despite everything, she was on his side.
"You did well," she said, her voice as smooth as flowing water. "And now, you are no longer alone."
Nero let out a small breath, his fingers tracing the spine of a nearby book as he let her words settle.
"Was I ever truly alone?" he murmured, his gaze drifting over the endless tomes that held the lives he had lived, the past he had forgotten. "In this life or in the previous one?"
Rowena didn't answer immediately. Instead, she simply smiled, as if the truth was something he would come to understand on his own.
Nero turned to face her fully, a smirk curling his lips. "So, big sis, is this the place you prepared to help me regain my memories?"
She chuckled softly. "Indeed it was. What a troublesome troublemaker you are, my dear descendant."