A library stands south of the center of Malkiz - across from the south exit of the park surrounding Mount Malkiz itself. The building towers high, containing anything at all - fiction and nonfiction, science and history, magical tomes, alien works, truly anything at all that can wind up in Nskanetis. It is perfect. The element of revenge only makes it moreso.
Library patrons run in fear as a massive white raven crashes through the ceiling headfirst, creating an open skylight. Diving down the center of a spiral staircase, he feels his energy soar as the tomes around him rocket off their shelves to find the source of Guardian energy, crashing into the twisting stairs and becoming lodged within them.
He stops before the front desk, a moment of silence passing as if the massive bird might simply have a question before going back to his havoc and conquest. A wing unfurls, and he sweeps it across the desk, holoscreens and nameplates turning to static and shattering on the floor. The bird turns his head to a nearby room that patrons huddle in, holoscreens lighting up the doorway. With a glint of his blue eyes, the holoscreens shatter one by one, dousing the patrons with a smattering of ink and blood. The bird turns back to the librarians, some lurking away quietly, some still standing behind their desk, unsure what to make of the situation.
Run all you like, I need you not. This place is mine, now.