Kraken Grand Library.
The library's entire structure was exceedingly bizarre. Dozens of circular bookshelves connected to the floor, constantly rotating.
Chandeliers gave off a soft orange-yellow glow; high-backed sofas with comfortable red cushions sat beside elegant, old-fashioned wooden tea tables; drinks filled culture dishes connected by brass pipes. There were also oil portraits of Kraken—Kraken in the painting looked around twenty-six, mature and beautiful.
Jiang Han glanced at the oil painting of Kraken hanging on the wall, then looked at Kraken again.
"Pfft."
"Go on, laugh. Laugh all you want. I know what you're laughing at." Kraken shook her head helplessly, smiling. "There's nothing wrong with dreaming about growing up. If you need one, I can have that painter make a portrait of you too."
The library had a dome. A layer of glass lined its interior, while the outer shell was made of brown solid wood. Between them was an aquarium-like design, filled with water, small fish, coral, and more.
Two utterly unrelated concepts—sea and library—had been woven together with exquisite ingenuity.
More wondrous still, although the library existed within the Sea Shepherds' camp and hung in the air, once one entered, it felt as though the space itself had been replaced. The sound of rain and waves made the Grand Library seem like the cabin of a great sailing ship adrift on a stormy night.
Then there was the impression it gave: immense. Vast. As vast as an ancient Roman arena—no, only an arena magnified tenfold or twentyfold could describe its sheer size.
Countless glimmers and auras of magic flickered in and out of sight, making it clear that they were spellbooks—at the very least, books containing magical recording mediums.
To a witch, such a colossal library was no less than a vault piled high with gold coins,