But in this Central Lands, where wizards gather, he dared not slacken in the slightest.
Anxiety shadowed him, making true relaxation impossible.
Ron closed his eyes, magic power circulating within, once again entering that familiar inner world.
The Library of Consciousness was now more grand and magnificent, having transformed from simple wooden shelves into a hall of knowledge made of translucent crystal.
Countless books were neatly arranged, each emitting a subtle halo, symbolizing the achievements following the qualitative transformation of spiritual power.
A miniature star map floated beneath the towering dome, slowly rotating and casting a gentle glow over the entire space.
He lightly raised his wrist, summoning a special crystal book from the air, with the gold-embossed text: [Ron Ralph]
Opening the book, all the information was laid bare: (omitted as per the author's remarks)
