in silver, although Bleist knew that they were actually covered with extremely small symbols designed to protect the interior of the library. And there was a lot to protect. Gelenweith was the largest and one of the oldest libraries. Tens of thousands, millions of items were stored on shelves stretching from the ceiling to the floor hundreds of metres below. The sight of these endless shelves and the footbridges suspended between them was both extraordinary and terrifying. Draco would have liked it, he thought, trying to walk down the middle of the stone alleyway without a balustrade.
-Excuse me.- He addressed a monk passing by in a simple brown habit. The clergyman had his hood removed, so he was no longer a novice, and the lack of a visible symbol of divinity indicated that he had not yet been ordained as a cleric. The monk stopped and looked at Darius.-I am looking for the Reverend Triven.
-I will take you there, Colonel.- The monk turned and headed deeper into the library.
Gelenweith was managed by the order of the goddess of knowledge, Imenelith. It was also the central site of her cult in Atlantis. Her temple surrounded the library, and the main altar was located in line with the entrance to the building. Darius visited the library quite often, as it was here that all official documents were collected, serving as the state archives. In addition, the members of the order of the goddess of knowledge always showed kindness and helpfulness to all those seeking answers.
Belist snapped out of his reverie when the monk stopped. They were in the centre of the main floor, if you could call a footbridge hanging over an abyss that. In front of him stood a pillar-shaped bookcase with countless drawers. Stairs wound around the column, stretching up to the ceiling and down to the foundations of the building. On their floor, a high counter was placed around the pillar, behind which stood several priests and priestesses. The monk pointed to a tall, elderly priestess with a stern expression.
-Thank you for your help.-
