Moon stared at the notification for a long moment. He read it again. Then a third time.
This wasn't a teleportation array. It was something far more valuable!
The book could control the island itself. Its height. Its movement. The very thing that kept this massive chunk of rock suspended above the clouds could be directed by whoever understood the language within its pages and had the mana to power it.
Moon looked at the book on the pedestal. Then at the two branch-like levers embedded in the wall behind it.
The levers were likely the manual controls, the physical mechanism for adjusting the island's position. The book contained the knowledge needed to use them properly.
A floating island that could be moved. That could be lowered to the ground, or raised higher into the sky, or directed to a completely different location.
This was why the pavilion spirit had never left. This was what she had been protecting, locking behind such powerful chains that only she could break.
