Chapter 35: Sabotage
"What is it?" Soltair asked, peering over my shoulder. I leaned back to give him a better view, but there was no way he could read any of it. Spellbooks weren't exactly his forte, after all.
"To begin with, the spell's way too complicated and tries to cover way too many functions. Second, there seems to be a few pages missing."
Although we spoke in quiet voices, Thron immediately perked up. He must have enhanced senses when it comes to the library...
"Someone damaged a book?" the librarian asked, seeming to appear at my side in an instant. "Show me."
I thumbed through the pages, stopping every so often to reveal the scraps of paper close to the binding. Thron's expression darkened further with every instance, and I couldn't help look back by the time we reached the end. A dangerous tension filled the air and the librarian gave off a pressure none less intimidating than the Pope's.
"Who dares..." Thron grit his teeth, unable to finish the sentence.
Soltair placed a hand on my shoulder, eyes filled with concern. "Can you still learn the spell?"
"I'm afraid it's impossible, but... no, that's too much."
"What is it?"