Chapter 20: Dragon Tongue Magic
Fenric’s lips curled slightly as he stared down at the tome.
"The most powerful magic in history... now extinct... and it’s sitting in my hands."
His fingers lightly traced the glowing runes, each one pulsing like a slumbering dragon’s heartbeat.
"If word gets out, I’ll be hunted from all sides."
He said it calmly—but not without weight. He wasn’t exaggerating. Dragon Tongue Magic was once feared even by kings, sealed away by empires, and now... reborn in silence, in the hands of a boy who shouldn’t have lived past his eighteenth birthday.
His gaze sharpened.
"All the more reason to master it before anyone knows it exists."
As Fenric opened the Dragon Tongue Magic Tome, the first page lit up faintly with a soft golden glow. The text appeared slowly, as if the book was recognizing him as its rightful reader.
He leaned forward, reading the simple title printed at the top:
"Dragon Tongue Magic: Beginner’s Foundations."
Beneath it, the first few lines appeared—clear and direct.