The shelves of the Black Library were packed with countless books, scrolls, stone tablets, and even faintly glowing psychic crystals.
Their sheer number and immense scale made it seem as though all the knowledge in the galaxy had been condensed here.
Led by the Laughing God, Lox and the others passed through an invisible psychic barrier at the entrance to the Black Library.
By Lox's estimation, given the Black Library's defenses, it was nearly impossible for any Psyker below the level of a minor Warp god to force his way inside through brute force.
And even an entity of that level might not be a match for the Laughing God after entering the Black Library.
Put that way, the Black Library truly was one of the safest places in the galaxy. Even Holy Terra, with the Emperor in residence, could not compare.
At least during the Siege of Terra, countless Greater Daemons of Chaos had emerged upon humanity's homeworld.
The air of the Black Library was permeated by a distinctive scent of parchment, ancient ink, the dust of history, and something indescribable, as though the accumulated wisdom of countless minds had fermented together.
When that scent entered Lox's nostrils, he suddenly felt that it was strangely familiar, as if he had encountered a similar aura somewhere before.
"Mm..."
The feeling was intangible and impossible to grasp, like a fallen feather tickling the back of his neck. It immediately left Lox puzzled.
Looking around, he could see figures silently moving through those vast mountains of books and seas of scrolls.
They wore colorful, exaggerated Harlequin costumes, their faces covered by masks bearing all manner of expressions. Yet their movements were remarkably precise, swift, and quiet, functioning like the most efficient machines.
Some floated in the air as they organized scrolls on