Gains

It was the same deserted island; silent as a grave, but warm despite having the appearance of a frozen wasteland; instigated by the presence of a white substance similar to marble that had long crystallized into tiny grains of glimmering sand.

Hugo sat cross-legged on the comfortably warm sand and prepared to comprehend the bow techniques in the Orb of Inheritance he had been gifted by the deities.

[The gap in my knowledge of Gaia can at least be partially filled now.] He was very pleased with how fruitful his excursion had been.

Firstly, he had gotten his hands on five books covering the basics he needed to grasp about the mystic knowledge systems of Gaia. He had even secured a rare space-time book discussing the physical laws of Gaia.