How much time had passed since Elara Winters had driven back Selene's echo-form—a conscious fragment sent from afar by an entity trapped in the dimensional rift? Elara remained motionless, her hand still gripping the edge of the translation desk. The pale phosphorescent moss illuminating the stone walls gave off the same light as before. The Luminaur Deep's sanctum library—the dimensional layer of the subterranean world—was wrapped in the exact same silence as it had been before the battle. Yet it was not the same. The quality of the air was different. With each breath, it felt as though the lingering tension from moments ago was entering her lungs. Mira Solis crouched before a shelf, writing something on a handwritten list. Her silver-white long hair flowed down from her shoulders to the front. The phosphorescent ore ornament on her left ear swayed faintly as it caught the library's light. Her hands were steady, but Elara noticed that Mira's movements were slightly slower than usual