Zephyrine's POV
I dodged the attacker's strike, my back pressing against a bookshelf as I twisted his arm, flipping him onto the ground with a sharp kick.
The book fell from my grasp, and just as he reached for it, I slammed my foot down on his hand.
A second attacker lunged from behind. I called upon my spear, catching it midair, and hurled it at him.
More of them came in, and I fought them off, blocking their strikes with ease while keeping the book within my reach. Whatever they wanted with it, I was not going to let them have it.
They circled the shelves, closing in from all sides, leaving me no place to escape. I threw some into the wooden cases, sending books crashing to the floor. Then, I leaped onto a table, dodging another incoming strike.
My gaze locked onto one of them as he pulled something from a small pouch. A glint of light flickered off the round object in his palm. My eyes widened in realization…. a pill.