Towards the 40th floor of the building, rows upon rows of books and scrolls rest silently in the complex’s vast archive. The ceiling height itself rises to two stories, utilizing rows of ceiling fans equipped with large lights to illuminate the texts, tables, and chairs strewn about in a disorganized manner. Bravo lands his hooves onto the ceramic tiling, first looking up at the lights above. Spreading his wings, he takes off and aims his first arrow; flying up to the end of each row, he fires the projectile across the room. The lights are shattered to pieces, instantly casting a third of the archive in shadow. On the far end of the chamber, Tinder emerges in a flash of light, landing on a table half covered in literature. Her posture and position doesn’t change; a second later Morgan appears facing her, the barrel of the rifle mere inches away from Tinder’s nose as the unicorn’s ice daggers point dangerously close to several parts of her body.