Endless bookshelves spiraled up from the ground, layer upon layer, like branches of a sky-reaching tree stretching into the void; light poured down from a source unseen, illuminating the surroundings like stars in the mist.
The scene around was bathed in black and white, even the Hero's clothes and skin had lost their color, only the books on the shelves, seemingly endless, presented a dim yet definite hue, as if possessing their own consciousness, whispering softly, inviting and anticipating the visitor's reading.
"—Hero, welcome to our Great Library."
No longer was it an invisible wave of thought, Hunting Knowledge's words echoed among the towering bookshelves and the displayed books.
It wasn't that Hunting Knowledge made a sound, but the act of conveying thought was materialized here.
"In human terms, this is a space not open to the public, thus it has no official name for identification and distinction, you may call this library whatever you like.
