Baines sat in the ethereal glow of the library, his mind reeling from the flood of information the silent staff had unleashed. The last time he'd tapped into its power, during his battle with Wick in the mortuary ruins, it had revealed over a billion sections of knowledge—magic, cultures, territories, fallen empires, techniques, and more. It was a staggering archive, enough to found an empire from scratch. Back then, he'd assumed that was the extent of the staff's secrets. Now, as blood dripped from his nose and ears, he realized he'd barely scratched the surface. Eye, his sentient system, had only captured a fraction of the staff's data in those fleeting seconds, and he hadn't even absorbed 0.1% of it.
