Story 430: The Librarian’s Wrath

The team barely made it past the library’s central chamber when the temperature plummeted. Frost crawled over the stone walls, and a bone-chilling wind howled through the shelves. Rook tightened his grip on his rifle, scanning the dim corridor ahead.

“Something isn’t happy we took the book,” Shadow muttered, her sniper rifle ready.

“Understatement of the year,” Ghost said as a deep, resonant voice echoed through the library.

“Who dares disturb the sacred archives?” the voice boomed, shaking the very foundations of the ancient structure.

From the shadows emerged a towering figure draped in tattered robes. Its skeletal hands clutched a staff adorned with glowing runes, and its face was an ethereal skull with flickering blue flames in its eye sockets. The air around it crackled with dark energy.

“The Librarian,” Viper whispered, her voice laced with awe and dread.