A luxurious high room that was slowly accumulating dust. Marble floors and a book with complicated patterns and full of curses.
The night was eerie and the sounds from outside blended inside the room. In the previous space of the emperor, the cursed book, which was left alone by the crown prince, started to convulse as if a specific force was touching it.
One page, two pages, three pages.
There was no wind coming from the closed door and windows, but the pages of the book were torn apart. It flew in the air, taking the shape of a hurricane.
It happened without any warning.
The words scribbled on its pages lit up like a fire that slowly followed the pattern of every curve of the letters.
Like a ritual, the books formed different patterns and shapes, and with the formation of an arrow, it pushed through the glass windows shattering the glass.
The pages from the book soar up in the sky without any visible destination.
