Chapter 117 - The lay that stitched reality. (R18)

I was still fuming when I took the damn chalk from Desmaros. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes but he chuckled as walked away and with a poof a heavy leather bound tome appeared in his hands with which he stepped back and proceeded to flip through to a certain page and started reciting aloud words that I couldn't fully understand. It sounded kind of like what Latin sounded like from Earth but mixed with maybe some form of Japanese? There was a lot of conflicting sounds that made the sentences halt and stutter, At best I would say someone was trying there best to read hieroglyphics after first converting them through a few different languages.