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And yet it was. Across from him, Gluttony stared down at the artifact now resting in his hands. The Book of Rebirth. Its cover shifted constantly between black and white, the colors moving like opposing tides colliding against one another. Faint symbols flickered across the surface, appearing and vanishing as if the book itself was still rewriting its own existence. The energy radiating from it was immense. It was balanced and at the same time unstable. Gluttony swallowed slowly. “I… don’t think this thing likes being touched,” he muttered. Tyrel, standing beside his lover Caius, glanced down at the book nervously. “Then maybe you should stop touching it.”

She did, however, recall glancing at a section about vampires when she did first skim through it. Her thick hands carefully pulled the ancient book down from its resting place. She blew the dust off its cracked leather binding and slowly eased it open. The pages were brittle and threatened to break away as she coaxed them to display the section she sought. Recognizing her folly in not providing the proper care and storage environment for such a work of antiquity, she vowed to remedy the situation immediately.

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At that moment, the skull general suddenly furrowed his brow, and the strange book that had been stored away for a long time suddenly came out on its own and glowed. "What's happening? Why is this book..." The Skull General suddenly thought of something, he took the floating book and opened the glowing page from it. As he read the contents of the page, his body trembled uncontrollably. His hands felt weak, and his legs seemed ready to collapse to the ground.

He was the only one that can read those message and upon reading the message he immediately stands up and leave. STATS OF IMRE: Strength: Max level 100 HP Power: 75 HP Intelligent: 85 HP Agility: 35 HP The leader of Green Eyes was named Liam. Liam receive the message of Mother Tree while he was helping the people to clean the water of the river. He read the message at the water but only Liam can read that message. And Liam bid his goodbye in a nice manner to the people he were with at that moment before he left.

I inched forward, drawn by something I couldn’t name, and peeked through the gap. Kael stood in the center of the stone courtyard. His long black hair was damp with sweat, stuck to his cheek. His green eyes burned like twin flames. And beneath him, a man lay writhing, snarling, blood trailing from his mouth. “Speak.” Kael growled, his voice so low it vibrated through the air. The man spat blood. “You’ll get nothing from me.” Kael laughed as though the man had said the funniest thing. "I had hoped you won't speak so I'd be able to have a good time. You see, these days I have a lot of unreleased tension. "

My lips twisted. I flipped through several more pages, skimming for new details and new hooks I could sink my teeth into. There wasn’t much more about Elyra specifically. There are plenty of vague threats about witches in general. But no clear *how* to undo what she’d done. Of course not. The people who wrote this liked to catalog disasters, not solve them. Frustration surged. I pushed the heavy book away and dragged the thinner, darker‑bound volume toward me—“Northern Lore,” Rowan had called it.

The book remained silent, twisting its lips like a female putting on a gloss, “Well, I'm Cwena Engow, and this is Gerey -” “Spare me the details,” the book screamed loudly at her, “I know who you both are better than you both know yourself,” “Shhh, you're going to attract my mother's attention if you continue speaking with such volume. And how did you know us?” “Don't you dare lay as much as a finger on me,” with a scared tone, the book told Gerey who'd wanted to lift it unto his lap, “Unless - you want to burn me.”

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The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne