Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
“Please tell me that’s a portal and not, like, the trash compactor for souls.”
“Given our luck?” Grant muttered. “Probably both.”
The librarian convulsed again.
Without its heart‑book, it couldn’t hold its shape.
Its remaining limbs collapsed inward, chains tangling, volumes crashing together in a chaotic heap. The monstrous skull of reference books toppled sideways, jaw slamming into the drift with an undignified *thunk*.
The whole mass sank to one knee, then the other, then all at once, folding into itself like a building imploding.