In the Bottomless Abyss, there was an indescribable world.
Stars and the moon painted its nights into something beautiful. Yet however beautiful the night might be, it could only powder the sky; it could not conceal the barrenness of the earth or the withering of life.
This was a world that had nearly gone to ruin.
Upon the abandoned continent, a solitary library stood quietly.
The library was lavishly adorned, filled with countless books, lofts and spires carved with ornate patterns, and stained-glass windows brimming with stories. The whole place exuded the solemnity of religion. Beyond that, the library's only living being sat silently at a desk, gazing dazedly into the void.
If Angel had been here, he would have discovered that it looked exactly like the statue in the underground hall of the Void Giant Tower.
It was the Cruel Scholar's true body.
The Cruel Scholar's usually placid eyes now held traces of shock and suspicion, even a faint undercurrent of fear.
Its consciousness had descended upon Lasudelan for the second time in a short span of time. The Cruel Scholar had not expected this. The first time had been because someone wanted to destroy the inscription hub; this time, it was because of a person whose soul was exceedingly strange.
That human had previously said that everyone who peered into his soul had met with an accident. The Cruel Scholar had scoffed at the claim then, but only after truly investigating did it realize that the human had not been wrong.
Recalling the scene it had witnessed after its consciousness descended, the Cruel Scholar felt its heart palpitate.
It had examined that human's Soul Land and discovered a strange wound. From that wound, soul power flowed in steady streams through a force that conformed to no rule. Though