Chapter 224
It was the final page, and the moment he flipped it, all he saw was a black page, completely void of white. It was dark and blank.
The sensations in his hand reached an extreme as he felt a strong pulling force from the book.
He tried to suppress the book with his abundant espera; however, it seemed to have absolutely no effect on it. The force ignored his efforts as if his energy was nothing.
The force intensified until he was no longer able to pull back.
'This... can't be good,' he thought, watching helplessly as his hand started to sink into the book—the page seemed to be pulling him in.
A tide of an unknown force, neither espera nor dark espera, washed over him as his body was forcefully pulled into the book.
At this moment, Oliver's expression was calm. He knew panicking would not solve anything, and since he had decided to take the risk, he was going to follow through to the end.
