“Hell” is exaggerated

Although Makarov claimed you would be put through an unimaginable hell, you’re not sure if “cleaning up the guild from top to bottom” is that big a deal. Sure, it would take hours to get done, but it wasn’t undoable. You’ve had more than a few setbacks as a result of the guilds antics though, and you are almost positive that every room you’ve cleaned so far has needed to be cleaned again at least 3 times each. The main hall is the worst though and after barely putting a dent in it with the guild members almost purposefully (?) messing the place up worse than before, you decide to leave it for last.

One of the last rooms you get to is the library. Before you can begin though you feel a hand on your shoulder, which spooks you enough that you jump forward into a bookshelf causing it and its contents to fall down and bury you alive.

After a minute or two, you feel someone’s arm, easily noticeable as a girls, grabs yours and starts to pull you out of the piles of books on top of you.

As an arm that felt as smooth as silk is pulling you out, you shift your feet through the books beneath you until you establish a solid foothold and attempt to stand upright. Unfortunately, whoever she was, she decided right them to give you one, major pull, not knowing that you were almost free of the book pile above you. Rather fortunately, your fall forward is cushioned by two soft mounds.