Hidden beyond it, another chamber appeared. Smaller than the Star Archive. Older. Far older. At its center rested a single book. Bound in silver crystal that had the quality of solidified starlight. Untouched by time. Preserved by means that transcended ordinary preservation methods.
The Keeper's expression changed when he perceived it. "The Chronicle truly exists. I thought it was legend. I thought it had been destroyed ages ago."
Liora carefully approached the book with the care that handling something ancient and precious required. The book opened by itself as she drew near, its pages opening with the smooth certainty of something that had been waiting for this specific moment. Countless symbols filled its pages. None resembled any known language. The shapes were too complex, too layered, carrying meanings that seemed to exist in dimensions beyond the ordinary written word.
