Solomon raised an eyebrow as he looked at the remarkably perceptive quill.
The quill paused, then continued racing across the paper:
"I know the exact location of every one of the hundreds of millions of books and scrolls in this library, as well as every cosmic secret and piece of magical history recorded within them. Whatever questions you have, you may ask me, and I will answer."
"You can answer any question?"
An intrigued smile curled Solomon's lips. He pointed in the direction he had come from and asked tentatively.
"Then tell me, I saw three women behind one of the doors over there just now. One had white hair, one wore black armor, and another wore gold armor. Who are they? And what is that place?"
At this question, the quill visibly froze in midair, as though searching its vast database for this ancient, long-buried memory.
Several seconds later, it plunged toward the parchment. Its nib danced like a raging storm, and lines of ink swiftly appeared:
"They are the daughters of Atlas-Hespera, Calypso, and Anthea. The place you saw is the Realm of the Exiled Gods."
Without pausing, the nib continued writing out that ancient feud.
"Thousands of years ago, the masters of the Rock of Eternity-the Council of Wizards, composed of seven Wizards-waged war against the gods to create Defenders for humanity. Through trickery and magic, they stole the gods' powers, including the endurance and divine strength of the Titan Atlas."
"To prevent the gods from taking revenge, the Wizards used that staff imbued with divine power as the focal point of an array, creating an indestructible magical barrier that sealed Atlas's three daughters and all surviving mythical creatures within that desolate Divine Realm forever. As long as the barrier remains intact, they can never set foot