The atmosphere of the scripture hall had returned to its usual calm. The quiet, the faint scent of old books—it all felt like an enchanting magic that made the scripture hall a place of reverence. The countless books lining the shelves stood like elders who had lived through countless eras, filled with knowledge and experience, worthy of the utmost respect.
A soft breeze slipped through the windows, carrying the scent of nature into the scripture hall, making the air feel light and refreshing, without a trace of stuffiness.
At the moment, most of the gnomes had left the scripture hall, leaving only two elder gnomes who acted as librarians, ready to assist Arias and Olivia whenever needed. Normally, these two would stand quietly in a corner of the scripture hall, completely still and silent, like wooden statues that couldn’t speak. But whenever Arias or Olivia needed advice about a book, they would immediately step forward to fulfill their role as librarians.