No. 7 Wisteria Lane, the third basement level.
The silvery-white light of the Isolation Array had faded. On the workbench, twenty-seven different samples had been resealed.
But now, a wide stone table stood in the center of the laboratory.
Two items were laid out on the stone table.
On the left was the charred scroll of the Abyssal Notes, its dark-red stains giving off an eerie shimmer under the light of the Crystal Stone Lamp.
On the right was the Abyssal Ancient Race manuscript on beast hide, left behind by Aidele's mother.
Dark gold threads wove intricate patterns across the leather's surface—ancient, mysterious, and heavy with the weight of time.
Ian stood before the stone table, his fingertips hovering over the two documents.
Within his Sea of Spirit, the panel operated silently.
"Detecting Rule information of a shared origin... Beginning cross-comparison..."
"Abyssal Rune Database (Edmund's Notes) loading complete..."
