The soft hum of the mana lights faded, one by one, until only silence remained. Shelves rose like pillars in a forgotten temple, their towering silhouettes swallowed by shadow. Pale beams of moonlight filtered through the tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor. The great library of Valon had fallen into sleep.
Charlotte looked around, blinking twice.
"...What do we do now?"
Noel exhaled slowly, hands tucked into his pockets.
"Good question. I have no idea." He glanced toward the sealed main doors. "Noir fell asleep in my room."
Charlotte stepped forward, her footsteps echoing faintly against the stone. "Well, maybe we can find an open window or something?"
Without waiting for his reply, she reached for the collar of her Sancta Veil. With a soft flick of her fingers, the holy illusion shimmered and faded, revealing her natural appearance—warm amber eyes and flowing pink hair that caught the moonlight like rose gold.
