Chapter 70: World Tree (5)
The glow of the World Tree pulsed as it absorbed my question, seemingly thinking deeply about how to explain things to me the way my stupid head would understand.
The weight of the knowledge it carried pressed against the air, like an unseen tide shifting around me. But the surroundings, to me, felt like home. My eyes landed on the single door where that mirrored coffin was.
Another thing I need to ask.
"What was tilted must be steadied," the World Tree finally answered.
My head turned away from the door, but I stopped looking above. My neck hurt, so I just settled at walking slowly between aisles, tracing the spines of the books I passed by.
Who knows, maybe I’ll find something interesting. Something like Noir’s book.
As I roamed around the library with my hands on my back like an old, strict librarian checking books, the World Tree continued to explain. It was like an old friend I hadn’t met for a long time.
It only gave an answer to every question I asked, but now, after talking to it comfortably, I did not need to ask, and it would still continue the conversation.
"The cracks between worlds must be sealed, and what does not belong must return."
I rubbed my eyes. Have I been staring so much at this dimly lit space that my eyes were now exhausted? The words on the book covers looked faded and vague, and I knew my eyes had reached their limit.
"You mean... the variables? The people who shouldn’t be in this world?" I asked as I decided to sit on the floor. This place doesn’t have a chair, a table, or even a footstool. I did not see any ladder as well.