Cordelia skidded to a stop, her momentum halted just a foot from the library door. Peculiarly, she sensed no trace of the voidtouch in this vicinity. A perplexing thought crossed her mind—had she managed to outpace OttO and reach the destination first? The notion seemed implausible; OttO's pursuit was relentless. Unless, perhaps, his intentions extended beyond a singular target. Could his goal be more far-reaching, entwined with a larger tapestry of events?
As Cordelia surveyed her surroundings, an odd sensation enveloped her, as though unseen eyes were fixed upon her every move. And there she spotted it, fixed on the desk, unseen or unnoticed to the bewildered staff... an ornate carved mask, placed on display,
his calling card. OttO wasn't late, and he certainly wasn't hiding! He was...
waiting?
She charged one last time and put her full weight against the library doors.