Looking at the book in his hand, Arsh didn't feel so good. He felt somehow connected to the ominous literature in more than one way. Considering how he was one of the few to actually witness a GOD.
His heartbeat was uneven, sweat forming profusely from his hands. He thought for a few more seconds, before turning the pages ahead in the book. There was a strange ominous feeling surrounding the empty library all of the sudden.
And Arsh felt it to his very bones. The chills of fear, desperation, and never dying confusion made turmoil inside of him.
It was like that for all of his past years of experience.
All of his several struggles for survival in this accursed world. All of his misfortunes and losses he had to bear along the way. It all always was tied to mythical beings in the end. They were the root cause of everything happening in his life.
