Grey slowly opened his eyes. He was no longer sitting inside the airplane of the White Devil, Seraphina.
Grey looked around cautiously, taking in his new surroundings.
The place resembled an enormous library, endless bookshelves stretching into the distance far beyond his vision. Ordinary books sat beside ancient tomes, glowing scrolls rested next to jade slips and crystal tablets.
Every form of knowledge imaginable seemed to exist here.
The entire space was strangely silent and yet it was made up of frequency.
He didn't think silence could have a frequency. silence was the absence of a sound yet there was various frequencies around him.
The place felt ancient and very uncomfortable for some reason. But it did not feel hostile toward him.
Grey quickly checked the state of his consciousness, making sure he hadn't been trapped in an illusion. His connection to the outside world still existed, his consciousness was simply focused inside this new space.
