Sorry, Too Late
"W-What is that?" Ivana lay trembling on the bed, her face drained of color. It was the first time she had ever seen something like that, and terror rippled through her whole body.
"That's the Death Writ."
Truthfully, Ivana wasn't the only one scared. Evan's heart was pounding too.
Before inheriting the Ninefold Arcane Arts, he had been just an ordinary man. He'd never touched geomancy, metaphysics—hell, even medicine and martial arts had once been foreign to him.