Damned Nova

And then a nova of warp light burst from the centre of the phantom. A shock wave that was rage itself lifted Keremon from the ground and threw her into a wall. The blast filled the world. The end of witnessing had come.
It was dawn when Gosta recovered consciousness. The explosion had driven them all into oblivion, but not because of its physical force. There had been another power there, one he did not understand. Perhaps its power came from its destruction of all comprehension.
...They crossed to the Librarium slowly. The fog was even thicker, and mixed with smoke. Gosta could barely see his own feet. He stopped moving and caught a glimpse of huge, black shapes passing before him. They shook the ground with their steps. The ghost of flame surrounded them, and warned him to draw no closer. Then they were gone, and he mounted the steps into the Librarium.
He found a world of smoke and ruin. A sob wracked him. He stood in the corpse of the building that had shaped his life. He moved with his fellows through charred wood and a falling snow of ash. Scattered around the room were the burned, smashed remains of the Traitors.



The Dark Hollow of Memory