The Storm (5)

I combed through the throne room, looking at every nook and cranny. I didn't expect to just find the Keeper's soul laying about somewhere, but Fetheion had told me about the secret rooms the Divines liked to add to the Palace's architecture.

Yet, I found nothing. Eventually, after deciding that I wasted enough time here, I approached Aelith's throne again. The teleportation sigil she used to send me to her library was faintly glowing on the white marble floors. As I stepped on it, I held my breath. It had been a while since I had used one of these.

A bright light enveloped me, and I felt my surrounding shift. Moments later the bright light was gone, and I was looking at the familiar rows of books on the shelves.

"Right," I mumbled as I looked around, somewhat nervous.