Thread:GalaxE/@comment-36159587-20191217183339/@comment-36159587-20191228175503

Cliché as it might seem, someone just appeared in front of Ishmael. It certainly wasn't every day that a library employee appeared out of thin air, and if the god had been paying attention to Hitan's brief conversation before, this seemed to be the same person.

Oh, by the way, he's holding quite the pretty knife. It's quite sharp, too. He doesn't seem intent to use it at all; then again, most people don't carry a knife like that. From the way he's holding it, he's obviously very competent with it.

Someone just grabbed Kewl by the arm despite their intangibility. His grip was sinister and cold. "We meet again," he said with a slight laugh.

A sharp chill spread throughout the library, and for Hitan, it was like a blade specifically aimed towards him. He couldn't exactly react to cold, he was quick to realize as he shivered violently, and he braced himself for an attack that did not come.

Just about then, a shrill scream started throughout the collapsed building, which was beginning to feel more like a cage than anything.