The Shadow Rune dimmed, and the notebook grew still, as if nothing had happened.
But the temperature in the laboratory had plummeted by more than ten degrees.
Tiny ice crystals formed on the stone slab, each one reflecting Ian's solemn expression.
Gaga's feathers suddenly puffed out, and a starlight flared in its silver-grey pupils.
"Ian, what was that...?"
"A purer form of Abyssal Aura."
Ian murmured, his eyes glued to the notebook.
He finally understood why this notebook had been encrypted, why it had been abandoned in the deepest corner of the restricted section.
What was recorded within... likely touched upon the Justice Clan's darkest secrets.
He took a deep breath, his Spiritual Power flowing out once more.
But this time, he was far more cautious, far slower.
Faintly silver threads of Spiritual Silk, like the finest needles, slowly slipped through the gaps in the Shadow Rune.
Inch by inch, they crept toward the dark red script...
Time trickled by.
