Inside the Ancient Library, all laws of space twisted into impossibility. The first chamber Karl and Molvar stepped into had no ceiling, no floor—only a massive spiraling void where thousands of floating bookshelves drifted like constellations. Gentle light radiated from glowing text on the book covers, illuminating the darkness like drifting stars.
Molvar looked up, then down, then sideways—and groaned. "Don't tell me I have to jump across all those floating shelves…"
Karl didn't reply. He was already drawn in by a soft wind carrying a distant female voice—deep and ancient, as though spoken directly from the pages themselves:
> "Bearer of the final seal…
You have conquered memory. Now face the knowledge that was buried."
