[b]Eren stumblesd through the great doors of that library which he had loved so much, but this time was not like the others. No, he had not come here to gain, but to lose. To lose his sadness, his pain. How many had died? How many were to die? He did not know, and did not want to either. He was bleeding from a bash in his side. A physical manifestation, a physical object, had broken the mind. Broken the magic. Now it was to be healed. Eren knew what he wantedz and that was power. Pure, unchecked power. This power, he convinced himself, would stop the fighting. It would stop everything, and all would go back to the way it was before. Before everything happened. Eren limped slowly to the very back of the library, which contained spells he had never even dreamed of. The power of controlling blood, raising the dead. No, this was not enough. He wanted destruction magic. Flames that would scorch the planet and burn his enemies to the ground. He would freeze the blood of those who had made his drip and crush their skills with his hand. He could imagine the great power so close. He wanted it, he needed it. Nearby he spotted the same reading chair in which he had often spent nights at a time doing research. But that was all pointless. For what had come of it? Nothing. He had become weak, afraid. [/b] [b]A path of blood led the way to the back of the library, and a river of it may soon flow[/b] [spoiler]Open.[/spoiler]