Ethan flipped through the first book, its cover dry and fragile beneath his fingers, the corners worn with age.
To his surprise, it wasn't a book about magic or spells—or even anything close to either.
It was a textbook on languages. Specifically, the languages of Anterra and the various dialects used in the scrolls, tomes, and notes Hera had given him.
He blinked. 'Wait… languages?'
That was when he realized something odd.
'Why did everything I spoke there feel like English?'
He paused, trying to recall. It had always seemed natural to understand, almost like the words were being rewritten in his mind the moment he heard and spoke them.
The answer came to him quickly.
Kaelthor.
The Eternal Dragon had chosen him. The Unlimited System had connected itself to his soul. Somewhere in the midst of those blessings, one of them must have granted him the ability to comprehend Anterran languages without ever learning them.
