Sunlight streamed in from outside, most of it falling across Abyss’s body. Light and shadow formed a vivid boundary over her, and the pale blue of her eyes gleamed like gemstones in the light. Her red lips, not especially bright in color, parted slightly as she explained the Runic Structures in segments. Beside the bed, An Xia sat on the edge holding a book, head lowered as he wrote and sketched with a pen. The soft rustle of pen against paper echoed through the dorm room. For some unknown reason, a breeze drifted in through the room, lifting the corners of the pages in the towering piles of magic books. Together with the scratch of a pen on paper, it…