Chapter 389: 390: Nemoriel

The air rippled - space itself seemed to tear as Damon felt the visceral sensation of death. And just before the absolute sensation of death could reach them - The chains and the runes on the ground flared, glowing in harsh, ancient light as they yanked the Liberian down like a puppet meeting its strings.

The ground trembled violently. Damon hadn't even moved.

It had been fast - so fast. The air in the forbidden library had only begun to shift after the movement had finished, as if reality lagged behind it.