Swirling vortices of purple paper dust swept across the grand reading room as the massive double doors sealed shut behind the vanguard strike team.
"The air in here feels unnervingly dry," the dark-haired striker observed, her fingers tightening around the grip of her ground cutter.
"Every breath tastes like burnt ink and pulverized parchment."
"Look at the ambient mana gauge on our comms terminal," the frost specialist reported through the wireless receiver from beyond the threshold.
"The reading shows magical radiation completely depleted across the entire three-story atrium."
"The living bookshelves are actively siphoning every stray particle of magical energy from the atmosphere," Vasa analyzed, monitoring the energy fluctuations.
"If I attempt to channel a single frost rune, the field will absorb the spell before it crystallizes."
