Entity known as Enen.

Your presence in this world, your nature, or your agenda, is unknown to
me and it is better that way, because if I knew these things then I
would certainly use them to act against you now. As it is, you are safe
from what powers my hand holds.

In whatever cryptic crusade you venture, you decided to burn a certain
book in all of the Libraries of Aetherius it was located in. This book
holds no value or personal sentiment to me beyond the fact that it is
simply a book, whose faded pages and gilded spine warrant my utmost
respect. In it is contained the feelings, insights, and truths expressed
by the author and is therefore more precious and powerful than the
mightiest warrior's sword, as it will most surely stand the test of
time.

That is, unless the book is endangered by one's hand.

I think of myself as a scholar, and as such venerate the written word
over nearly everything that is important to me. In a book's pages, the
lifeblood of the histories and truths of Aetherius flow in a delicate
and beautiful dance that transcends minds, time, anything and everything
that exists in Aetherius. In your arrogant, ignorant, and enigmatic
nihilism, you not only leeched a bit of that lifeblood and strew it on
the floor, but left the Library ablaze, endangering the sacred volumes
of knowledge kept within. To me, it constitutes an open assault on the
entire past, present, and future of Aetherius, and for this I will not
stand idly.

I care not what you seek to accomplish. If we cross paths, I will
attempt to destroy you. If you ever so callously extend your heathen
powers against the Libraries of the world again, I will not rest until I
see you utterly annihilated. Keep your mysterious, sophomoric warnings
to yourself, retreat into whatever hole you congealed in and emerged
from, and pray to the Gods of Aetherius I never find where you are.

Vol.

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Letum, in the year 502 AD.