Chronicle of Golvageth, entry 634
Entry 634 is the last ever report that came from the Chronicler of Golvageth. It contains various info discovered by him and sent to The Witchhunt.
The book located inside The Witchhunt headquarters is the only copy of all 634 records written by him. The one that belonged to him has been lost, though it is suspected that he managed to activate the self-destruct spell placed on it.
The Chronicler of Golvageth finished writing the last sentence in his book. It was done.
He didn't have much time, so without waiting he activated the White spell hidden on the last page. A spell using the negative aspect of the Color, chaos. Immediately, the pages of the book began filling with white splotches that cut them, burned them, dissolved them, and consumed them. Half of the book already destroyed itself when he heard a voice behind. "Have you been having fun, little hunter?" The Librarian herself. He didn't have to turn around to feel the piercing gaze of her eyes. "Now turn around and play nice. This doesn't have to hurt." He didn't move. Without her noticing, the book disappeared with a slight sizzle. What he knew was safe. "Now listen to me, you brat," she spoke coldly. "You will..." His body hitting the ground stopped her from finishing the sentence. She walked up to him and turned him, face upwards. There was a growing white hole growing in his chest. He redirected a part of the spell from the book to his heart to avoid being captured.
Mostly angry, but also slightly impressed, Librarian carried his corpse to the floor below, where her servants could take it away.
Now that I know both sides of white, I really want a friend who casts white magic. it just sounds so cool. Oh, wow. The reveal that beasts of the depths are really just formerly shackled prisoners surprised me. It really ought not to, in hindsight. And now, also in hindsight, this world has just reached a whole new level of terrible to live in.