Fourth Floor
Tyler and Mana stepped onto the fourth floor of the Circus, entering a wide chamber that resembled a library. Rows upon rows of aged scrolls were neatly arranged on shelves made of coral and crystal, the air thick with the scent of salt and parchment.
"This place is packed," Tyler muttered, glancing at the myriad scrolls. He picked one at random and unraveled it carefully.
"Most of them are maps," he noted, eyes scanning the faded ink. "Maps of islands, sea routes, currents… some of these routes don't even exist anymore."
Mana examined a scroll beside him, nodding in agreement. "These are ancient," she said, brushing a finger along the edge. "Some of these ink patterns look like pre-cataclysmic arrays."
They exchanged a glance, then silently stored all the scroll in their respective storage devices.
