Sephiroth had just about overheard when Uendo first raised his voice to the group; quietly finishing the page he was reading before abandoning the research he'd set for himself.

As such, he's one of the last of the group to come along the winding, dustier set of shelves towards where it became emptier and finally they'd all stopped. It seemed that finally the elusive book had been located. Sephiroth straightened himself up -made sure with a steady breath that he'd adjusted to the downright musty environment in here- and spread a loose combat stance out, his short-katana already out and ready in his hand.