For a moment, Selene forgot how to breathe. Her feet was rooted to the polished floor and her eyes struggled to take in the impossible scale of the Riverstone Archives.
"Oh, sweet goddess of the good old realm before darkness," she finally managed to whisper, the words swallowed by the vast, silent space.
Isolde and Blaize burst into laughter at how much in awe she was.
Selene had her hands to her chest, her eyes scanning the large room and glancing upward once in a while to actually send thanks to the goddess.
"This is what we call a library!" she whispered to herself as she took hesitant steps forward.
She was speaking in contrast to her own room. She owned thousands of books, and Varon usually consoled her with the fact she had an in-built library when she cried that she had never been to one. Not even the one in the royal pack.
