I blinked, my mind still struggling to process everything the World Tree had already told me. The lights flickered through the branches, and the air around me thickened, as if the tree was preparing itself for a deep, heavy conversation.
No more jokes. I need to take this seriously.
"These books are all records of different worlds."
"A record? You mean, like, a history book?"
"Not history. Reality."
That made me pause. My fingers curled slightly as I tried to piece together what it meant. "You're saying these books aren't just stories? They're actual worlds?!"
There should be nothing to surprise me anymore, but that didn't brush my mind. Why did I not think of it? So, the reason Noir wanted me to look for this book, in this library, has something to do with his world. He must have wanted to go back.
But why though? His life as Eleanor is not particularly blissful.
