As soon as Nemoriel uttered those final words, his body began to crack.
Veins of light tore through the corrupted flesh of the ancient librarian. His form, towering and grotesque, started to disintegrate before their eyes. He opened his mouth, and a desperate gasp escaped.
"Huh… my task… it's… is this my final task? Am I finally free… to die…?"
Tears streamed down his rotten, patchworked face. Even as his body turned to radiant fragments, Nemoriel did not vanish just yet.
He had more to say—and the more he spoke, the faster the end would come.
"It is here… in this world… hidden by the goddess... the Ninth Pillar. The Pillar of Conflict. Bellum… It is the first of many. The Unknown God has traversed countless worlds to find them. He will obtain them. He will reveal the lie of the True Gods… and the True Demon Kings…"
He cast a final glance at the ancient murals on the walls, their faded symbols now beginning to glow.
"My time has come… There isn't much time…"
