Chapter 941: Something's Awry

The night within the ark's city was long and quiet. The Furnance of the Ancestors had went out a few years ago and the temperature of this enclosed world had been falling ever since. The power for the lighting system had also been greatly affected and the citizens could only draw very limited power from a very few circuits to keep the lights functioning. Their "world" as such had fell into half-lit state, like a perpetual dusk.

But the past was very very different, according to the legends.

Master Orrow had carried with him a big tome. The book looked like it was made of some kind of synthetic woven fabric. It was a massive hand-written tome. The old scholar carefully opened the tome as he spoke very slowly. "This is a precious thing. Only scholars who had studied in the Spire of Knowledge for more than ten years are allowed to copy the encyclopedia. I've used a good half year to copy it down... Have a look, this chronicles the glorious times of yore..."