Cecilia began reading, her eyes frantically flicking through the words on the page.
This was the reason why she'd had the book stolen.
The Chronicle of the Deep wasn't merely a collection of myths or half-forgotten history, it was a warning.
Her eyes darted across the passage, following the looping ink as it described the thing she had seen in her vision when she retrieved the golden dagger.
"The Sleeper Beneath is an abyssal entity that dwells in the fathomless depths of the abyss where creation's light cannot reach."
Cecilia's breath hitched.
"Though it does not exist within the world itself, it remains bound to it through an ancient metaphysical relationship."
"Every world possesses a core, a heart of living mana that radiates dreams into the surrounding cosmos. These dreams, the unintentional byproducts of humanity's unconscious mind, drift downwards through dimensional strata until they dissolve into the Abyss."
Her heart began to pound faster.
