It was a thick book that had a crimson cover, with strange golden engravings as the title. It was in a language she did not understand, and her automatic translating skill also did not pick it up immediately.
Which meant that the language was something that she was heavily unfamiliar with.
"This book is.." Estelle's fingers glazed over the surface.
Something was peculiar about it. Not only the unidentifiable language, but also the overall feeling she got from the book.
She tried to open it, but the pages wouldn't pry apart. It was as if a strong glue bound them all together, but no matter how much force Estelle used, they wouldn't separate.
"Locked," A woman's voice interrupted her effort. "That book is locked, you can't open it through physical means," she added.
Estelle raised her head to look at who the newcomer was.
