The Archmage in the Basement (7)

The next place we arrived at was a library.

No, could this place even be called a library?

With no bookshelves in sight, old paper and books were stacked in a spiral high into the sky, forming a gigantic tower.

Bluish spheres floated lazily between them.

“What’s that supposed to be? A spirit?”

Director Sylvia asked, narrowing her eyes.

They certainly looked like spirits.

“No. I don’t think so.”

I shook my head.

“There’s no mana in this world. If a spirit, which is nothing but a mass of mana, were here, it wouldn’t last even a few seconds before vanishing.”...