At the upper floors of the grand library, Kaelira wandered aimlessly, hands tucked lazily into the pockets of her hoodie. The faint creaking of wooden floorboards echoed under her boots as she roamed.
She was trying—against every fiber of her being—to find anything remotely useful. Preferably something about Amethyst Lightning… or maybe even the world's goddamn history.
She winced at the thought.
'Ugh… history is literally my worst subject. I never even went to a real school and I still hate it!'
Her nose scrunched up as she groaned. But despite her dramatic distaste, she kept walking. There was… something driving her. A stubborn itch beneath her skin that refused to leave.
More precisely, it was him—that fog-shrouded form of Cassius. Something about it made her feel like she was being pulled into a dream she didn't understand. A silent, divine terror.
That form.
