Chapter 76.
At the center of an array of towering shelves, Hana sat surrounded by a sea of massive books. They rose around her like ancient walls, piled so high that the volumes nearest her feet nearly swallowed them from sight.
Though her hair was disheveled—strands loose and curling against her temples—she still looked beautiful, almost as if the beauty itself were a force she couldn't shake, a quality pressed into her features against her will. Her fingers moved with astonishing speed, flipping through pages so rapidly that each second consumed another handful of text.
I don't understand… the principles this artifact works on, she thought, her brow furrowing. It's able to communicate intent, yet someone might mistake it for a mythical artifact entirely.
