The whole library shook non-stop amidst the shouts and occasional flashes of light. After some sort of large collision, dust and debris poured down from the crevices of the ceiling directly onto Reno's face. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried his best to suppress his urge to sneeze.
If he were to make any careless sound, the attacks from the south wing and the north wing would instantly obliterate all his lives. This was because Reno was lying directly behind the corpse from the north wing. In other words, he was currently in the middle of the central hall, in a wide-open space, in a vulnerable place that was exposed to everyone. He pressed his back tightly against Siri's work desk. Within the pitch-black library, Siri's face was the only thing that was illuminated by a white light. As she moved, the light on her face from the monitor screen shifted. One could even vaguely see a few lines of words from the reflection on her spectacle lens.
