library of ruina · project moon · angela · gebura · binah · cosmic horror · divine beings · fate · eldritch · psychological
The Library's atrium still bore the scars of the Reverbation Ensemble's assault—cracked marble floors, a chandelier hanging crookedly, shadows pooling in the gaps. Dust motes danced in the slanted light from the shattered dome above, where the Head's judgment had once rained down. On a plush couch, two legends lounged in utter disregard for their surroundings: Binah, her elegance draped over an armrest, a glass of amber liquor dangling from her fingers; Gebura, boots propped on a table, her hand wrapped around a bottle. They had grown lazy, their skills rusting in the absence of real challenge. Angela's patience had finally snapped. With a flick of her fingers, she invoked the Library's power—and in a flash of pale light, their clothes vanished, replaced by cow print bikinis and match…