"This is strange," Asher said, having already gone through four books.
Three hours had passed, and after reading the first book, Asher had assumed the subsequent books would fill in the missing parts, but that wasn't the case.
Even though Asher found the depiction of the Space Element much more precise and intriguing, there was nothing else written in there.
This felt less like a book and more like a journal with no clear purpose.
Hours passed as Asher flipped through the pages, immersed in absorbing all the knowledge before him.
In the vast, empty room, where only 12 books lay, Asher was certain there had to be a reason these books' existence was so restricted.
But the more Asher read, the stranger the situation became.
It was nearing the end, with only one hour left, when Asher set down the last book, which was noticeably thinner than the rest.
"Hmm, there's nothing in it," Asher remarked, his indifferent eyes surveying the book.
