Chapter 390: 391: A God’s Game

The corrupted librarian, Nemoriel, remained on his knees as if reliving a harrowing memory, his hulking form trembling beneath the weight of something ancient and dreadful.

"It was during the siege. we were losing, even with the help of some of the visitors. we stood no chance. Worst of all. we knew the truth. these allies of ours did not have our best interest at heart."

His voice - low, pained - broke through the thick silence like the groan of a dying colossus. Each word dragged through his throat as if barbed, his tone steeped in suffering.