The old man, hovering in the air, looked at Lyon's group. His eyes caught the masks they wore to hide their identities. Some wore expressions of awe, while others seemed more expectant as if they had anticipated his appearance.
Princess Yala, her eyes widening in disbelief, stood frozen for a moment as she gazed at the old man. The reality of the situation struck her—this was no ordinary person; he was a being of immense power and knowledge. Collecting her thoughts and summoning her composure, she pushed through her astonishment and introduced herself.
"Good morning, Sir Librarian," she began, her voice steady though laced with awe and respect. "I am Princess Yala, and I hold the rightful claim to enter The Compendium." She wanted to assert her position while maintaining a respectful tone, recognizing the authority that emanated from the old man.
Lyon, slightly confused, muttered, "Who?"
