It wasn't until several hours later before Alex paused writing, the bottle of ink he utilized almost completely exhausted.
Placing the quill down, he raised his head, only then realizing that the Lightbringer had long since closed, its golden rays replaced by the lavender glow of the Nighteye.
"Incredible." He muttered subconsciously, relishing the excitement that came with learning.
Perhaps, because there was an underlying goal behind it, Alex didn't see it as a chore and enjoyed the stimulation it brought to his mind.
The whole process of chasing knowledge didn't look so complicated now.
Chuckling softly, he thought to take out another bottle of ink to continue while the iron was still hot only for his gaze to trail to the grandfather clock placed in a corner of the expansive office.
It was well past 10 pm, already inching toward 11.
