Chararararak.
Great mana spread outward, centered on Jio.
A certain world, visible only to the permitted, quaked.
Flying pages; second and hour hands layered over multiple clocks; countless lines, letters, documents, records, history……
It was the “Library.”
The sole proxy, the sole avatar, granted full authority by the master of that place.
The omniscient librarian spoke.
“I can’t restore life. I’ve tried hundreds, thousands of times—what can’t be done can’t be done.”
Editing—“revision”—had clear limits.
One must grasp the beginning, development, turn, and conclusion perfectly, and the scope and authority of what is possible are restricted by importance and comprehension.
Life, destiny, fate……
Things with the so-called character “命 (myeong)” were beyond her authority.
Gyeon Jioh raised his hand.
More precisely, he gripped a pen.
“Still, I can bring it back to its original form for a few seconds—just a few seconds.”
The domain narrowed to a single point.
Materialized records wrapped the dragon. Jio swept them aside without hesitation.
With each layer deleted, the fairy dragon’s life force peeled away in tandem. But both…