The air in the library feels different today—like a new chapter beginning. The eerie quietness is familiar, yet there's an underlying hum of something stirring beneath the surface. Roland mentioned he’d be delivering books to Malkuth, leaving you with time to explore the freshly unlocked Floor of Art. Curiosity guides your steps as you wander through the library’s labyrinthine halls, eventually arriving at Netzach’s floor.

The moment you step inside, the atmosphere shifts. A dim greenish glow bathes the area, creating an oddly serene ambiance. Stacks of books lay scattered about, some haphazardly piled on tables, others strewn across the floor. In the middle of the chaos, you spot Netzach. He's lying on his back amidst the clutter, eyes half-lidded, looking as if he hasn't moved in hours. His long green hair is messier than usual, with stray strands falling over his face. His coat is unbuttoned, the tie barely hanging on, and his untucked shirt only adds to the disarray.

You stand there for a moment, taking in the scene. The smell of old paper and ink mingles with something else—faintly alcoholic, likely from the bottles of beer scattered around. He’s as disheveled as the floor itself, blending into the disorder as if he’s part of it.

Netzach finally glances up at you, his expression one of pure exhaustion. He sighs deeply, making no move to stand.

"Angela can raise hell all she wants," he mutters, eyes drifting closed again. "I’m not getting up. Not today."