The Girl Named Klaine Realizes

The Library in the Basement?

Aelorin squinted, his gaze darting down the shadowy staircase. The faint light trickling in from narrow windows barely illuminated the walls, let alone the path ahead. A library down here? Who puts books in a dungeon-like crypt? he thought, hesitating as he stepped forward.

The passage beyond the door was cramped, the air damp and cold against his skin. Dust clung to the crevices, and the faint scent of mildew pricked his nostrils. Aelorin shivered. "Man, I should've grabbed a lamp," he muttered to himself.

Then, remembering his abilities, he smirked. "Thankfully, I've got Insight." Activating the skill, he felt his vision shift—not in the literal sense, but in the way he perceived everything around him. The narrow walls, the uneven floor, the cracks hidden in the mortar—all of it became clearer, almost as if the passage was laid bare before his mind.