Cain stood slowly, pushing himself away from the table. The stillness of the library pressed in on him, the silence no longer comforting but expectant, as if the walls themselves were watching him.
His hands flexed once, twice, still trembling faintly from the torrent of knowledge that had fused into him. He had come here seeking answers, and he found more than a few.
The temptation clawed at him even as he walked toward the doors. His thoughts were restless, running over the new patterns and words that had taken root in his mind. Symbols flickered behind his eyes, whispers of ancient energy that begged to be spoken. His pulse quickened at the thought of what might happen if he let them free.
He paused at the threshold. He could not ignore this. Not yet. The hunger of Gluttony had been fed, but the curiosity it left behind was something even stronger.
