When Sylas' vision cleared, he found himself in the grandest library he had ever laid eyes on. Beneath his feet was a glowing path of bronze.
He tried to reach a hand out, but he found it reflecting back. This must be the warning Old Man Shah was speaking of?
It felt like he could push past if he really wanted to, but it was probably best not to.
Sylas started to walk forward, his eyes sweeping the books and the endless shelves.
He saw a lot of books to a similar ilk of what he had seen in the Weaver Guild, but there were so many more varieties of them, and just by the aura of their Wills alone, Sylas felt that they also went a lot deeper whether it was in terms of details or foresight.
However, as Sylas continued to walk, he began to wonder where exactly the challenge was. He continued to follow along the bronzed road, but there was nothing here…
Until he was suddenly directed into a private reading room.
