The darkness shifted, fragments of memory reorganizing themselves like pieces in a complex puzzle. The identity of Klaus Zagerfield—the Five-Circle Mage who had died—remained present but receded, making space for something older, something deeper.
A different name emerged from the void.
Tomas Veil.
The fragments coalesced around this new identity, building a coherent memory from scattered shards of consciousness.
I am Tomas Veil. I am a scholar.
The Great Library of Astrana was not a place ordinary citizens could enter. Its towering shelves, stretching upward for three stories, housed knowledge deemed too sensitive, too dangerous, or too powerful for general consumption. Only those with specific authorization from the Magical Council could pass through its heavy bronze doors, and even they were restricted to designated sections.
