"System, give me that… book of eventual evil I got.
His voice echoed faintly in his head as he leaned back on the chair, waiting.
Without a word from the System, something began to materialize before him slow at first, like smoke gathering and solidifying into form.
A dark book emerged from thin air, landing on the table with a heavy thud that reverberated through the wooden surface.
Its black cover was old and uneven, as if scorched by eons of fire. The edges glowed faintly red, like embers that refused to die out, radiating a faint warmth almost as though the book itself was still burning from one side.
It looked ancient, heavy, and undeniably alive.
The pages were thick and coarse, an eerie off-white color not quite paper, not quite flesh and their corners were burnt, curling slightly as if they had survived countless infernos.
Even the faint smell of ash lingered in the air.
