"Please, follow me inside!" Master Doko requested, his voice echoing faintly beneath the towering archway. He was more like a walking statue.
Ren stepped across the threshold, and the breath caught in her throat.
The interior was nothing short of extraordinary. This was extravagantly unreal! Vaulted ceilings soared high above, each ribbed arch intricately carved and painted with sprawling, celestial frescoes. Colors danced across the curved stone, depicting forgotten legends, ancient wars, and crowned figures whose names had long been swallowed by time. But this place remembered them; vaults twisted upward like the spines of great tomes stacked upon each other; each level, she realized, must hold a hidden chapter of history.
It was more than a library. It was a sanctum.
