Appearing within a silver bubble of time, the group of three, headed by Asura, appeared within what looked like your common library. Except this one was quite different, as it looked like it extended on forever, the books upon the gold-bound wrought iron shelves extended on forever in what looked like endless rows upon rows. The floor was carpeted in a soft black velvet, and the walls a striking silver that glistened in the pure white-flamed candles that gave the area its only light source, a brilliant blazing light that seemed to light up the whole realm, casting no shadows anywhere.
"Welcome to the Records of Time!" Asura exclaimed, quite the little show-off at this point. It was her domain after all. Well part of it. The one area where the seal lay was only the outer domain, what most 'mortals,' would see when they tried to go inside of time. But the Records of Time, that was a whole different story. THIS was the true domain of time, the one place where all history and those that live as part of existence, were recorded. The very timelines themselves, imprinted into bound books, that would take the length of time its self to read.
Hikaru who stood just a little ways behind Asura, stood, staring in awe at the archives before her. Why every magic book in existence must be here, and even then some! Revelation magic? Genesis? Even the great magic types of her kind would probably be dwarfed by the secrets held in such a place. Suddenly, Hikaru didn't seem so powerful as she normally claimed.
Asura continued to be a tour guide as she led them to a specific shelf, near the very ends of the realm. Although, because she was time, the usual years it would take to get to the 'ends,' would merely take a few minutes, as if it wasn't noticed. "In this place, timelines are books, existence is recorded, and events, objects, people, everything, all of it can be found here."