Asher had finally reached the peak of Soul Hunter and sat down in his training room, realizing that he was now powerful enough to comprehend the powers of the next Fallen Soul from the Tome of the Fallen Souls.
If he had the choice, he would have done it earlier, but he wasn't strong yet until now.
The pages containing Doomfall's abilities were unlocked. He knew engraving the runes shown in these pages was no small deal and could kill him if he was not careful.
Yet, his eyes glowed with the fascination of comprehending the power of Doomfall, and he was confident he would succeed.
He knew for this grimoire, the time it takes to comprehend wouldn't be much on the outside, though when the grimoire absorbs his mind into its world, it definitely could feel like a lot.
Just as he closed his eyes and focused, the world around him seemed to warp and distort, suddenly replaced by an endless, smoky plane bathed in a dull, scarlet light.
