Chapter 39
The words on the ancient book continued to appear.
One after another.
Slowly.
As though an invisible hand was writing directly onto the pages.
Lyra stood frozen.
Lucian was even more stunned.
He had been coming to this chamber for years.
It was his secret place.
A place he had used countless times to study the history of Hell, the ancient kingdoms, the old wars and the forgotten bloodlines.
He had touched almost every book in the chamber.
He had read some of them more than once.
Yet never…
Not once…
Had he seen anything like this.
“That’s impossible,” Lucian whispered.
Lyra looked at him.
“What?”
Lucian stepped closer to the book.
“I’ve been coming here for years.”
His eyes remained fixed on the glowing pages.
“I’ve never seen this book react to anyone.”
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