++Secure Vox Comm-net Hallowed Sword//Librarium Vault++

Sovruc takes his time within the library, checking every shelf, every scroll, every book he can set his eyes upon. "Nothin seems to be missing."

He continues to search untill he reaches the furtheset end of the librarium where he stops to inspect the shelfs. "So the Traitor legion. Seems like we've run upon troublesome foes not just from within but from without aswell. I wonder if the warp could bring more light to the matter at hand though I do not with to tempt the forces at work, I do know the dangers of wielding my powers, though they've allways prevailed in the end." Sovruc lowly speaks to himself as if to record his thought process. He did that sometimes, talked to himself, mainly it was to remind himself of his own voice, to know he was still there and not lost in his own mind, it was a wild mesh of tactics, spells, incantations, wards, and the ever lingering temptation of the warp. But he had prevailed through it all, to use his pshycic abilities for the good of the Emperor.

He walked back through the rows untill he could see the others again, "There is nothing missing within the areas I've checked captain Avincus. Though we can't be sure that there might be some scriputres replaced with false ones, therefore I reccomend a full scale search at a later date too see if there is any heretic implementations which could've snuck it's way in." Sovruc spoke with the same reverence and grace he had displayed earlier.