The match scraped across the sandpaper.
Hiss!
Ignited by the heat from the friction with the sandpaper, the match burst fully into flame. Arthur, holding the match, lit the Vigilance Oil Lamp, its range of illumination brighter than that of a standard lamp, allowing him to better discern the books within the iron box.
'Book of Death', two notebooks.
One of the 'Book of Death' was fragmentary—just five pages when including the cover with no signs of tearing. Just five pages!
Arthur was certain that this incomplete 'Book of Death' was transcribed—upon first sighting the words 'Book of Death', his innate sense from 'Spirituality' and 'Breath of Death' told him that the 'Book of Death' was not supposed to be like this.
Then, Arthur examined the paper and ink.
The yellowing paper and dim ink all indicated to Arthur that they were old, but definitely not fifty years old nor to mention a century.
