The training chamber was quiet again, the remnants of frost and shadow slowly fading into the stone. Noel sheathed Revenant Fang with a slow rasp, the sound echoing in the silence. Selene stood a few paces away, her breathing steady but her expression unreadable—save for the faintest crease at her brow that Noel had already learned to notice.
He hesitated for a moment, then reached into his pouch. His fingers brushed past other items until they closed around the worn leather of the manual. He pulled it free, weighing it in his hands.
Selene's eyes immediately fixed on it, sharp and questioning. "What is that?"
Noel flipped the book open, feigning casualness. "Something I've been studying." He let the pages fall open to a section covered in looping glyphs and diagrams that twisted into near nonsense. "But I can't make full sense of it."
Selene took a step closer, the faint chill in the air following her. "Where did you get it?"
