"You are right, Karthus." I say, knowing my knowledge of Lich beings, thanks to my relative, Ling. None of these would happen without her. In fact, I know that Karthus would be bleeding from my sword by now. I know it as instinct, not hypothetically, or an 'if' situation. I sheathe my weapon and scan around me, quickly realising that these people must be real, and that sorcery must still exist here, sorcery besides that of the Summoner's wicked mind. I find that this is another library, but I hope that those ninjas do not exist in here. But the puppeteer's demise would be something self-explanatory, I am sure. I give a last glare towards the one name Karthus, right before I pick up the small scroll that fell on me during our short argument. Opening it, I find the anatomy of this buildings-- Blueprints! It does not stay by itself, I learn, but rather, it is a living monster that demands to form itself according to how it feels. I see where we are, but there are no doors out of here, not unless...
I shake my head as I read the huge parchment, finding no doors or exits out. It looks like this floor of the building, and that is it. Within the archives, I have good feeling that there is a way out somewhere in here, I just need to find the fragments. I look at the edges of the floor plan, and I quickly find that this was a deformed shape of a pentagon, with clean cuts that seem to neglect its age. A puzzle, a jigsaw puzzle, just like childhood. I see no scrolls in here, and I see a shelf that has been pushed over. Another fragment could be in that pile, but there could be another one hiding by the next door. But I do not know where to look first.
1. Search the pile of rubble and books.
2. Go to Archives Part 2.
3. Search Archives Part 1 for more fragments.))