Knock. Knock.
Someone knocks on the door of Frank Pyton's private study. He sits at his desk in a large leather armchair. Papers are scattered across it — bureaucratic documents, business contracts, and books on economics.
But the tome he's absorbed in has nothing to do with any of that. It's a large, ancient-looking book with a completely black cover, bound with details in an unknown metal. It isn't from Earth and is written in a language that doesn't belong to this world.
It is the Rithzargul — a manuscript written by a race from Elyndra, now extinct for thousands of years. Of the dozens of copies created in ancient times, only three from the original print have survived intact. The one in Frank's possession is just a partial replica, containing only the section about the genesis of the multiverse.
