The night descended upon Avalon, quiet and serene.
In the library on the fourth floor of the Mage Tower, illuminated by Magic Mirror Lamps drawing inexhaustibly from the Earth Vein Spiritual Power, only the faint sound of a blonde youth flipping through books amidst towering shelves could be heard.
Kovis quietly perused a hefty tome, gingerly reading lines of Lorelette script that felt slightly rough to the touch.
The youth's golden eyes scarcely blinked, his spirit immersed in the text, striving to absorb the wisdom and experience accumulated by generations of mages over thousands of years.
Since he had requested and received permission from his Lord, he'd often come to the Mage Tower after finishing his busy duties to study the magic knowledge in the books once owned by Lady Aphrodite.
