The Devil Take the HindmostOfelion Custordo's underground library, a dimly lit place drenched with the scent of old leathery books and dusty paper rolls with old symbols and languages. Here silence lingered like smoke in the air. Among deep concentration, endless wonder, and information gathered through centuries.The Devil Take the Hindmost by Gresskar
There was a big, heavy table in the back of the room, with space enough to circle without problem. No chairs, as every study it was used for could be done standing up. It was covered with piles of paper and sheets with important notes, and in the middle, a thick, old book with black leather coverings.
Ofelion closed the book, sending a cloud of dust from the pages. He watched it swirl up and disappear, the dim light throwing a peculiar glow in his eyes.
"I've read it all now," he said, "those creatures... are certainly interesting. I must take great precautions before we encounter them. Masses of dirty criminals I can handle, monsters too, but those... I do enjoy the challenge."
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