“Ashes in the wind.”

“As the Library of Alexandria found itself consumed by ravenous flames three librarians bickered amongst themselves inside. Frothing at the mouth as they advocated for one simple thing.”

“Which literature is allowed to survive.”

“Flames creeping in from all directions, a flickering specter of demise looming overhead as they argued their sides.”

“The first believed that the most important scripture to secure was that which contained the laws of the land. It was what separated order from chaos, of course. Without the words of justice to go by, what would the world become in its absence?”

“The second belligerently barked demands for the words of their great leader to be preserved before all others. Every word from his mouth was gospel, every speech a lesson to be revered. How would the common man know how to act without a leader to tame them?”

“The last librarian adamantly believed that books of mathematics, of sciences, should be priority. Discoveries left behind that the world could learn from. You cannot craft the future without the knowledge of your forefathers, after all.”

“Yet, as their quarrel grew, so did the flames.”

“Their demise closing in, their skin bubbling as the blaze swallowed them whole.”

“I tell you this story because now it is my turn to lecture. Death is the best teacher one could ask for.”

“As our match closes in, so does the your end. Darkwish, Propaganda, Academius. For weeks you three have been arguing amongst yourselves, faces red as you bickered and brawled.”

“In your eyes, every last one of you is the one who should lay claim to the gold that sits around my waist, you were the one who’s ideology deserves to thrive.”

“So focused on one another that you never stopped for a second to handle the flames that surrounded you. Just like the librarians you see your deaths creeping through the halls and yet all you could do was fight the only other souls trapped in this hell with you.”

“One by one I spread through your lives. An inevitable inferno coursing through the veins of OSW and consuming everything in my path. Propaganda’s followers, Academius’ precious classroom, all of it turned to cinders in my advance.”

“And now that my fire has you backed in a corner and you’re choking on the smoke do you finally believe you should work together to extinguish the fire.”

“But you’re simply too late.”

“You can’t outrun the reaper no matter how hard you try. The exit to the library is cut off, your lungs filled to the brim with ash as my presence suffocates you.”

“Nothing you can do now will save you from your own failures, the books are burning and the messages you stand by are going up in smoke.”

“Deaths comes for us all.”

“It comes for words.”

“For laws.”

“For knowledge.”

“Nothing lasts forever.”

“When my blaze consumes the ring, when your ideals are left scorched…”

“Then you too will be as Alexandria was.”

“Ashes in the wind.”