The remnants of The Grand Library, it was a thriving bastion and respite for lost candles, once. It fell to ruin following the Manor's wake.
What remained was a husk of a floor that couldn't withstand the absence of the candles who lost their lives in the collapse.
From the aftermath, it was clear that the Grand Library was nothing more than a limb of sentimentality that the Manor was keen on severing.
What's left of the structural integrity has been quickly degrading, leaving many gaps in the shelved halls that connected to the main branch, making traversal especially tedious.
It's best not to linger in the ruins for too long, as traces of the Manor's presence can still be felt.
Notable threats have been attracted to the traces of the Manor's presence, caution is of great importance.
Faint whispering can sometimes be heard by those who walk the ruins, said to be from those who once called the Grand Library their home.
