The area around the library was no longer how it looked when Mo Ling first arrived on the island.
In the sky, mechanical parts swirled like a dark cloud, obscuring the entire village.
The runic engravings on the parts shimmered with all kinds of light, twinkling incessantly.
Some flowed like rivers, converging into a single stream that drifted slowly through the air. Others hovered in place, rotating at a constant speed. They all seemed to have their own tasks, like loyal sentinels.
Around the library stood many bizarre-looking suits of armor, surrounded by orbiting parts, as if they were waiting for something.
Mo Ling saw from the account list that these suits of armor all had high levels of authority. They each possessed the highest authority within different functional domains of the Fishman Race, but they were all now completely suppressed by Mo Ling's own highest authority.
