Akasha Holy War

"Hmm, is this the one?"

I mumbled, feeling the old texture of the book's cover in my hand as I examined it.

The book was worn and tattered, a relic from a bygone era.

"History of the Danava Kingdom."

Grabbing the book, I looked around, finding myself surrounded by rows of bookshelves that stretched endlessly down the hall— a hall bigger than any classroom in the academy.

Unlike the library for first-year students, this one, meant for third-year students and teachers, was filled with books that could be considered antiques.

The scent of old books and wooden shelves filled the air as I began to move.

"Come to think of it, Mother has a bigger library than this," I mumbled while weaving my way through the bookshelves.

If there's one thing I know about my mother, it's that she reads a lot.

She possesses thousands of books dating back thousands of years.