Chapter 739: The Text About Cleansing
While the others trained, the library had become a different kind of battlefield.
Dust motes drifted through the pale light that slanted through the high windows, catching the edges of leather-bound spines and the scattered parchments that covered the long table. The air smelled of aged paper and ink.
Madam Tyler moved slowly along the far wall, her fingers trailing across the spines of books that had not been touched in years. Her staff tapped softly against the floor with each step, a steady rhythm that punctuated the silence. Ronan worked beside her, pulling down volumes and flipping through pages.
At the table, Tobias, Jarek, and Eldric were hunched over a collection of parchments. The translations from the altar and the stones were spread out before them, their edges curled and worn from being handled too many times.
