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'Twas another serene evening at her library, perusing countless uncharted tomes of high-level sorceries that can only discombobulate anyone who dared to read but her. But unlike every other, this particular eventide had massive bloom of a powerful magic that tingled her skin. The origin of which seemed to have come from all directions. Her grimoires reacted in various ways at the alarm of such an incident.
But this does not alarm her, she never cared in the first place.
She remained isolated, and desolate, in her gargantuan and comfortable cage that have books for bars. And when it's finally time to receive her usual tea, none came. Normally, she wouldn't mind, but if there's naught been tea nor coffee for the next 24 hours, she's bound to leave the library. The library door opened with it's usual low-pitched creaks, but what greeted her was not the usual hall nor the usual lush carpet. It wasn't even the usual sun nor the usual soil that met her the moment she took a step out…
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and purge) as their sanity tried to kick back in.
