Replicus would have wanted to keep scribbling on the scroll, but the fatigue seemed too great for him to attempt to break past his limits and see if he could get enlightened enough to learn anything more about Maximum Catalyst or anything else that was as open-ended as it was.
He withdrew from the scroll and watched as its long sheet of paper sprang up and rolled around itself snappily. It then hung lower than the rest of the scrolls around him, which, to Replicus, signified that what he had just written so far… was in a lower class when compared to the bottommost tier of scrolls in the entire Second Layer.
'Just what is contained in those strolls?' Replicus thought with a mix of excitement and frustration.