"Laugh it up! Damn it, weren't you just as skeptical of him?"
Yani's face flushed red as he complained loudly. The others tacitly looked away, leaving him alone to look like a clown.
As everyone chatted, Anvis finished guiding his spell. A transparent ray shot from his hand, striking the Magic Node concealed within the trap.
The air ahead in the corridor rippled like water, rings of transparent, dreamlike waves spreading through midair.
But as the ray persisted, the ripples gradually weakened before finally returning to stillness.
After dispelling the trap, Anvis slowly approached the tightly shut doors of the library.
Strange, twisted black lines clung to the surface of the heavy bronze doors. At their center, a short line of Ancient Manny Script had been deeply carved into the metal.
Judging by the writing, it seemed the writer had accomplished all this with nothing but their fingers.
"Before mystery, never lose your reverence—"
Something seemed odd...
His sky-blue eyes reflected the writing on the doors. Rather than pushing them open immediately, Anvis paused.
In his perception, some unknown presence lurked behind the doors, filling his mind with a faint sense of oppression.
A new trap? Some kind of guard? Or merely a bluff?...
"He got through the trap!"
"Hehe, the real show is about to begin. The library's test isn't that simple!"
"What's behind the door?"
"Who knows? In all my years at Pamir, there were twice when freshmen passed the trap before the library, but neither of them chose to open the doors."
In the room atop the tower, many older students unconsciously held their breath as they watched Anvis stand silently before the doors.
Filled with surprise, curiosity, and a desire to make up for some of their past regrets, they awaited his choice...
"A multiple-choice question?