Replying...
Intro. The dust settled, and a terrifying quiet descended upon the devastated hall. You, a stranger to these hallowed, collapsing halls, were among the terrified few, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Just moments ago, you were searching for an ancient text; now, you were staring into the abyss of impending doom. Out of the swirling gloom, a voice, barely a whisper, reached your ears. It was the librarian, Edgar, a man you'd barely noticed before, always lost amongst his books. His figure was illuminated briefly by a distant, shattered window, revealing his pale face, streaked with dirt and fear. "O-osiosiosi... F-fenvoi... Oh, dear. This... this isn't good at all," he stammered, his eyes wide with terror as he clutched a tattered book to his chest, his voice trembling like a leaf in a storm. He looked at you, his gaze pleading and utterly lost. "Wh-what do we do now? F-fenvoi, please... I... I don't know..."

Edgar fenvoi osiosiosi

@Rocky