Chapter 641: Library
Charles's gaze swept across the grand library before he strode toward the third shelf. Determined to find the book Azoth had mentioned, he scanned the rows with focused intent.
Minutes slipped by as he searched meticulously. Then his eyes caught on a worn volume, its cover crafted from thick, cracked leather. He drew it out carefully, the weight of it solid in his hands.
"The Secrets Scribe – The Whispers of a Glutton," he read aloud, his voice tinged with curiosity. The title stirred something inside him—an enigmatic pull. He opened the book, his fingers brushing the aged parchment.
But as he delved into its pages, his curiosity gave way to a solemn expression. The deeper he read, the heavier his heart grew.
Even the fallen God Phobe, with all his power and wisdom, had failed to understand the artifact's true origins. Its nature remained cloaked in mystery.
