In the study filled with the burning fragrance of Rainbow Crystal Pollen, Anvis, a youth with tousled pale-gold hair, sat quietly before his desk, his slender fingers slowly turning the pages of the thick dark green ancient tome spread open before him.
Afternoon sunlight streamed through the open Louvered Window, casting slanted, hazy white-gold beams over the books by the window and the youth's upper body, giving his Academy Uniform a soft sheen.
The youth read the book's contents with utmost care. Deep within his azure eyes, faint blue Mana glimmered as his gaze continually swept across the pale-yellow, Parchment-like pages.
A pot of lush green Wind Chime Grass sat before the window, its stalks casting thin, tranquil shadows across the desktop. Its once-white blossoms had already withered, turning into several white, dandelion-like fluffy Seeds.
After a moment, Anvis softly exhaled and turned to the next page once more. Pseudo-Seventh Rank spiritual fluctuations swept over it, carefully examining the book for changes.
Unlike ordinary Magic Equipment, whose details could be swiftly grasped simply by connecting to them with Spiritual Power,
although Anvis could use the Old Days Secret Scripture, its core sections had not fully opened themselves to him. He could only inspect its specific changes externally.
The faint fragrance of Rainbow Crystal Pollen permeated the surroundings, imperceptibly raising his Spiritual Synchronization Rate.
Ever since the Old Days Secret Scripture had absorbed that Jet-Black Seal half a year ago and begun some kind of "evolution," it had fallen silent. It no longer reacted to external objects, and its sealing function was temporarily unusable.
Before the evolution began, it had always given Anvis a feeling akin to that of a "living creature."
Previously, it had operated on its own in the Elf Ruins, sealing the chaotic ripples within Pekala's Sea of