A chill took hold of his sensationless frame as his soul trembled in horror and outrage.
"This creature is worse than the Pontianak!"
A yelp uncontrollably escaped his lips, reverberating against the throne room's cracked walls.
Alerted by the voice, the Moonsilver Striker's leader turned to him. Illuminated by the soft glow piercing the ceiling, it squinted, its pupils wafting beautiful silver wisps of mana contrasting with its horrible appearance.
Gradually, it opened its mouth, exposing yellowed ivory daggers glinting before guttural sounds filled the room.
*"0@-asfrwd fzzdf° dffe"*
As if provoked by the hair-bristling but incomprehensible language, the Grimoire Lingua suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Its delicate cover opened, revealing the otherworldly material composing its pages.
Before Adam's enlarging eyes, it absorbed the words like physical objects, engraving them in black ink before disappearing in a puff of smoke.
