Chapitre 309: Uproar in The Magic Council

he Magic Council Library Hub was abuzz with the quiet hum of concentrated energy. A grand chamber of towering shelves filled with ancient tomes and manuscripts, the hub was always in a state of ordered chaos. Arcane texts floated lazily between scholars, their paths determined by intricate enchantments. The air was thick with the scent of old parchment, mana-infused ink, and the underlying hum of magical wards protecting the vast knowledge held within.

Magister Algira, the head librarian, sat at a large oak desk in the center of the library. His sharp eyes scanned the latest batch of proposals with practiced efficiency, his hands moving with a mechanical precision honed over years of service. He had seen many groundbreaking works pass through his hands, but the day had been relatively quiet, the usual chatter of scholars blending into a familiar background murmur.

That is, until the alert went off.