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"This doesn't make any sense…"
I sat in a dimly lit room, holding the booklet Pirren had given me.
Just like Blade Fororex's book, the letters and words in this one were jumbled and restless, as if rejecting me.
'Is this some sort of puzzle? Am I supposed to do something to stabilize the text?'
I tried various methods—smearing my blood on the book, reciting awkward phrases aloud—but nothing worked.
A few days ago, I discovered that using my Beast Form significantly enhanced my comprehension, tripling my learning speed. Still, it seemed I wouldn't master anything useful in time.
I didn't need anything complicated—just a simple way to hide the Ether above my head when I used Beast Form.
I glanced at my reflection in the distant mirror. The skin around my eyes had darkened considerably. Rest was becoming an inevitable necessity.
