"...Well, might as well check it out, right?..." He looked at her.
"Right…"
Slowly, he lifted the veil of tattered, black cloth from the thick tome, uncovering the even more peculiar covering that laid beneath.
Etched onto its cover, a sable, wood design bore some resemblance to a shrouded maiden, though it was difficult to tell with how aged it clearly was.
The moment his fingertips grazed the unveiled cover of the seemingly ancient book, a cold, tangible chill ran through his body.
...What is this feeling? It's like there was a slumbering mana residing within it--the moment I touched it, it connected with my aura…? I can taste it in my mouth; it's damp, salty...and there's a layer of horror to it. What the hell is this? He thought.
