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‘...Are you alright?’ said the Weaver. ‘You look like you’re in pain.’

He barely even heard her and certainly couldn’t afford to formulate a response. He was busy. Thinking.

Because there was definitely something there. Something deep in his head.

Where? Exactly? Was it?

Something he’d read, maybe? Yeah...

In ancient times, places like this were even more difficult to build than they were today. Frequently, but not always, they were the work of brilliant servants--or brilliant architects who employed servants. Exceptions existed all around the world, grand buildings that had been the product of pure, normal human labor--such as the Great Cocoran Cathedral of Trenoy.

Yes. That was the ticket. Servants were not always part of the construction, but something else was. Every single time. The common denominator between the constructions of all these super-ancient structures.

They’d been built for the gods.

That was, perhaps, the greatest difference between the ancient world and modern day, Ibai thought. People back then revered the gods with an almost unfathomable passion, compared to today.

So this place must have been no different.

“...Which god was the Library of Erudia built in dedication to?” was what came out of his mouth.

‘Oh, that’s a tough question, but as it so happens, I do know the answer to it.’

“Cool!”

‘As with most things regarding the Library, it is a complicated matter. But first, are you already aware of the Dáinnbolg’s relevance to your question?’

He blinked. The Eternal Storm? The thing blanketing all of Exoltha and causing it to be the so-called ‘dead continent?’ His curiosity had just doubled at the mere mention of it. “No. What does that have to do with this?”

‘Supposedly, the Dáinnbolg is the long-lingering work of Hada, the God of Storms and Wrath. Otherwise known as He Who Hates All Humanity.’

“Oh! Wow, really? That would make a lot of sense!”

‘Supposedly, I said. There’s no way to know for sure. In fact, perhaps Hada was merely blamed for it because of how sensible the idea SEEMED.’

“Ah. Hmm. That’d be a real bummer for him, eh?”

‘Regardless, the story goes that Hada was once the caretaker of Exoltha--and also the progenitor of its inhabitants.’

“Wait, really? He created people? Despite famously wanting all of us dead?”

‘Yes, it is a contradiction. Perhaps this story is false. Or perhaps this occurred before his hatred grew to be so strong. Or perhaps it is WHY it grew so strong. If only we could find him and ask him for clarification personally. Preferably without being instantly obliterated.’