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Gliding across the halls, again bustling with life in the final hours of its existence, the astronomer cleric was idly playing with his inventory while glancing about at all the many ornate displays of wealth and achievement the guild had earned through its years of existence in Yggdrasil. Weapons, paintings, stone archeways, the various npc characters positioned about it.
Greater minds than his own had created this imposing fortress and styled the grounds with immaculate grace. His heart was heavy with letting go of it all when it seemed they had just barely begun.

Neatled within the grounds was a room belonging to the divine being alone. His ingame avatar had ascended from an angel to a demigod, a being of divinity, but retained its glorious wings. Here in the library, as it was simply referred to, was a collection of books from Yggdrasil used in a thousand ways from crafting recipes to translated works of real books put ingame by passionate fans to be enjoyed for its own sake. 
Others were quest books needed to become demons or angels, anything at all reallym necromantic books long since used and their pages faded beyond recognition with its expiration, Ophiuchus held a special place in his spirit for this modest place. On clear days the sun lit this holy feeling place with the shifting radiances cast from the colored windows and stained glass ceiling.

Nestling in his favorite place amid the small library, along the corner with a clear view of the doorway and visiting players, Ophiuchus eased himself back on the chair with a sigh of long habit. Might he be able to attain such a wonderful place in another game? Surely not in real life but part of him wanted the splendor to last forever.