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Then I stood in front of the desk and crossed my arms over my chest because otherwise I didn't really know what to do with it. Jilin didn't let that push her. She wrote the whole line in full before putting the pen to one side and leaning back in her executive chair. Our boss was a woman in her late thirties. A few strands of silver had crept into her black hair and gave her something dignified. Her eyes spoke of Asian descent, but the color of her skin was somewhere between a latte macchiato and a black coffee. And even though she had been tied to this desk for years after her leg was torn off by a spuma on an operation, she still had the sharp eyes of a huntress.

I swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

The shield closed, and we were left to wait outside. An hour passed. Then two. In the third hour, the circle began to flicker with an unnatural light, a color that didn't belong in a proper healing ritual. Martha gripped my arm nervously. "That light… something's wrong." Elder Thomas's face grew grim. "She's using the wrong herbal combination. If this continues, it will—" His words were cut off by a guttural, animalistic scream. The sound was completely inhuman, filled with pain, despair, and… an unspeakable horror.

In addition, she had filled the basket with plenty of tasty drinks that tasted like fruit juice. It was everything one could possibly want if they were going to lie on a blanket in the beautiful summer sun and read a book about elven history. I lay down on my stomach, placing the book in front of me. It was large and heavy. Just for fun, I flipped to the back—there were no fewer than four hundred and forty-nine pages in the book. And that was only volume one! I wondered how many volumes there were in total. I opened the big book and could smell the traces of time in it. All I hoped for was that it wouldn’t be too dry to read.

“Why do you sound like someone who doesn’t plan to return?” I gave a small smile. “We’ll win,” Kavira said firmly. “And you’ll be there beside her, won’t you?” I nodded. “Of course.” Then, from my cloak, I pulled out the Living Book, its cover still warm and pulsing faintly with magic. I handed it to the Siora. “Keep this safe. For Vireya.” She took it slowly, cradling it like a child, her eyes shining with sorrow. By evening, the sun had dipped below the horizon, casting an eerie glow across the sky, the last remnants of the blood moon still lingering like a curse. We had surrounded the packs from every direction. There would be no escape.

Eric believed her without a doubt, and the next second, he took out a lighter and tossed it onto my pile of stuff. The flames roared to life in an instant. "Yvonne has a point, if you're going to leave, then leave everything behind!" As the fire devoured each item, my heart crumbled into pieces. 'Eric, our decade of love is now just ashes,' I thought. I climbed into the car by myself, gazing at the house I had called home for so many years as it slowly disappeared from view. I quickly pulled out my phone and dialed a number. "Mr. Lloyd, I'd like to work for your company."

What was happening? Before she could react, a brilliant, golden light erupted from the book's spine, flooding the room with warmth and brightness. The air around her shimmered, filled with soft, glowing particles that floated like stars in the night. Selene gasped, her breath catching as the light intensified. Its glow was so powerful that it forced her to squint.

"Not in this entry. I haven't found any other mention so far." "Cause you're not looking up the right topic. Try this book." We all turn and see Lewana placing a large old book on the table. It has to be hundreds of years old. She opens it to a page in the middle and points to a section for Willow. Willow quickly walks over to read it. Willow quickly closes it to look at the cover while keeping the place in the book Lewana had opened. "The power of Lycans." Willow starts to read aloud.

It wasn't until she noticed the strange book tucked away in the corner that she was able to distract herself from her thoughts. "I almost missed one," she whispered. As she walked over to it, she noticed that its cover was worn, and it seemed to emit a faint glow that caught her attention. Maybe it's how the moon perfectly acted as its own spotlight that made it seem so glowy, but it's not just that. She somehow felt a little hint of amusement as she stared at it. As she approached the book, she saw the shinny title written on it, Lunaria, and she couldn't help but be intrigued. The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive.