Bologue had never felt so powerful before, even though all he had at this moment was the resentment-biting in his hand, it was enough, there was no need for anything more.
Blood surged, sparks flew, the tall wolf-head disintegrated before Bologue, its broken body was gnawed by more demons, they went mad, like maggots burrowing into the corpse, trying to bite through the vast body to get into the Grand Library.
The demons bit through the wolf-headed demon's innards, passed through layer after layer of rib cages, their grotesque faces just emerged from the body, pitch-black blades nailed them to the corpse.
They couldn't get in, no one could get in, Bologue would guard this final door until the story got its deserved ending.
