James felt like he was going out of his mind when he entered the imperial library. From the first floor, he could see the enormity of the library.
A white floor and a sky reminiscent of outer space stretched endlessly, and he knew it was impossible not to be mesmerised by the sight.
He had grown stronger lately, to an unbelievable degree indeed, but it was still not enough. He had been dying only three and a half days ago. If he hadn't called out to Nyx at the last moment and Nemesis hadn't come to his aid, he would have died.
Yes, he had managed to choose Nyx when he entered that tower, but it had been both an achievement and a poison for him.
James himself was just beginning to realise that he had made hundreds of times more enemies than friends.
He had to grow stronger.
