After several minutes, the first page successfully formed, then the second, and finally the third. With each formation, Leonel's face grew paler, but he still managed to hold on.
When the 17th page was formed, Leonel's vision finally swam again, turning to blackness.
Leonel fell into another deep sleep, waiting up a couple of hours later to a familiar soft lap. Aina glared down at him, but he only grinned.
That was only 17 pages out of about half a thousand. However, the more pages he cleared, the faster he should be able to go through them. The time they had remaining should be just enough.
Leonel hurriedly stood up again, taking Aina's hand and bringing her to the side of the tome. With a movement, he flipped open the cover, opening up to the first page.
