Tower of Great Sage, Lower Library.
The towering bookshelves stand like rows of silent giants, guarding thousands of volumes of knowledge. The air is filled with the unique scent of old parchment and ink, and polished Floating Stones glide between slender Cloud Ladders, transporting heavy tomes.
Here, even the slightest footstep is amplified infinitely, with the rustling sound of a feather pen across paper being the only permitted background noise.
Two months have quickly passed, and the newcomer Finn has completely adapted to life in the Academic State.
At this moment, he is sitting at a spacious oak table with Kurs, studying together, though the latter seems slightly distracted, apparently expecting not him, but someone else.
Finn put down his book, sighed softly, and whispered to Kurs beside him: "Speaking of which, I've hardly seen Ilana recently. Ever since she entered Master Colin's laboratory, she seems to be spending all her time in there..."
