Chapter 391: 392: A Clue To Die For

As soon as Nemoriel uttered those final words, his body began to crack. Veins of light tore through the corrupted flesh of the ancient librarian.

His form, towering and grotesque, started to disintegrate before their eyes. He opened his mouth, and a desperate gasp escaped.

"Huh. my task. it's. is this my final task? Am I finally free. to die?"