Si Hon stood at the edge of the Magic section, his gaze sweeping across the space as the atmosphere shifted once more.
Unlike the chaos of Martial Arts or the eerie stillness of Comics, this place carried a different kind of presence— calm, almost serene… but laced with something sharp beneath it.
The air felt heavier, like it was quietly observing everything that stepped into it. Shelves of books stood in elegant rows, faint glows pulsing from some of them as if they held something alive within their pages.
Most of the people here were women, their movements composed, focused, almost graceful as they read or browsed.
There were a few men scattered among them, but noticeably fewer— outnumbered, quieter, more cautious. No one was fighting here. No one was rushing.
But that didn't make it safe.
If anything— it felt more dangerous.
Above him, the stream windows flickered wildly back into motion, stacking over one another as messages poured in faster than before.
