The scroll Reluun had been perched on finally crumbled beneath him with a soft crack, and the alienlet out a grunt as he landed flat on his face.
"Guess that's the archive's way of tellingus we've overstayed our welcome." he muttered, sitting up and dusting himself off.
Alex didn't laugh. Didn't even smile.
His mind was too chaotic with all these new revelations to even concern himself with the joys and relief laughter provided.
But he stood up nonetheless, joining Reluun in the sentiment that they had perhaps stayed too long in the archive.
It had nothing useful left to offer them anyway, so it was perfect timing.
He had combed through every piece of useful material in the archive, sorted every shred of myth, folklore, and parchment that might relate to Mikhail already.
And now, he finally had a direction to head in. A spark in the darkness, if you will.
