Chapter 261: Don’t judge a book by its cover
“It’s only a little bit cursed,” Rory said as he looked down at the tome.
Only a little.
Analissa was clearly utterly spent, her eyes looking as if they were swiveling through molasses, but even then, she managed to look genuinely shocked as she looked at the ravenous tome.
“Oh, do be nice,” Rory sighed as he gently swatted the tome, as it settled down.
My fault, to be honest.
Once, long ago, the tome had been nothing but an ordinary tome prepared for future inscription artists of Ehkorrus. Then, Viviann, his former hook-up and sort-of inscription apprentice, had the bright idea to attempt to use the same tome as a medium to draw knowledge and significance from Rory in an attempt to evolve her inscription skill. It had been done on behalf of Ehkorrus, but the poor woman hadn’t realized what she was getting into, resulting in a tug-of-war between Rory, who had been tier seven at the time, and herself, who hadn’t even been tier six. The result had been unsurprising; she’d died, but what had been surprising was that her significance and essence had been pulled into the very medium of her attempted ritual.
The tome.
| Tome of the Failed Ancestral Usurper Grade: Rare Once a mere tome of instruction, the most notable aspect of the tome was that it was left behind by the founding father of inscription. After the failed use in an attempted usurpation ritual, the tome was infused with the essence and significance of the attempted usurper. While the physical contents of the tome remain unchanged, the infusion of life’s worth of an early apprentice of the founding father of inscription alludes to potential boons to one who may resist the damned nature of the tome.
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