The last of the newly awakened seekers settled into stillness.
One after another, the library's readers became statues with breathing chests and brightening auras.
Lucien did not interrupt them.
He simply continued.
He walked the aisles with quiet precision, eyes drinking whole pages at a glance.
His Photographic Memory took everything without effort.
Another hour passed.
Then the last shelf became the last line.
Lucien closed the final book and allowed himself a small smile.
Coming here had been worth it.
The Liberators' archive was not just wide. It was structured. Their notes did not stop at descriptions. They mapped weaknesses, interactions, counters, and failure points.
If someone lived long enough, these books could guide them all the way to the peak of Ascendant Realm.
It was the same from his drop's "sixty percent knowledge."
Lucien glanced back.
