But for the Golden Elf.
The Lost Island, which appeared like a cage cloaked by the Eternal Night to Shiayar—
was her entire world, her entire universe.
The Golden Elf who lost the Lost Island also lost her place to find shelter and footing.
Only by drifting within the crevices between the planes could she briefly recall the bits and pieces within "Shaya's Little Flying House," feeling a touch of warmth called "home."
There is no concept of time within the Astral Realm and the Void.
And that small hourglass, no one knows how many times it has been flipped.
In the silent virtual library, the Golden Elf slowly opened her eyes again.
Around her, countless ancient tomes simultaneously opened and hovered in mid-air.
All mysteries completely vanished, reverting to ordinary books.
And this scene meant that—
all forbidden knowledge and all original arcane texts in this library had been fully understood and memorized by Hathaway.
