Roy rode the magical beast swiftly forward, witnessing many panic-stricken staff along the way. They shouted and ran, fearfully reporting their inability to summon elements, while the bewildered students exchanged confused glances, whispering about the troubled buildings.
Driven by a dreadful premonition, she ignored all hindrances and rushed into the dilapidated, drafty library, stunned by the sight before her to the point of forgetting to breathe.
Countless shreds of paper fell from high above, swirling down like a heavy snowfall.
Inside the library, numerous familiar red lines were still intertwining, entangling, and intersecting. What was once an ancient and solemn hall had turned into a wicked spider's lair, with railings and walls shattered, and crimson bloodstains dotting the surfaces. Some students clutched broken arms, crawling among the rubble, while elderly administrators hung lamentably from wall lamps and the floor.
