Chapter 8
by 
OccasionalReader
What's next?
A voice booms through the temple
"So you seek to drink from the fount of knowledge? Then let us see if songs are worthy to be sung of you, mortal!"
Everyone turns to look at the statue, and by extension you - for it was clearly you who the voice was directed at. Your cheeks grow red in embarrassment at the attention as you fade from existence, reemerging on another plane.