I scoured the oldest libraries and their secret texts. I uncovered clues that were lost or thought destroyed.
Hidden away behind a sealed brick wall, the tome was clasped in a skeleton’s hands upon an altar.
Now it's finally mine.
I leaf through the pages to find them... empty. Nothing. Nothing at all.
My grip tightens against my will. Pain courses through me. The pages fill with words and symbols. Red, crimson ink spreads through the book on every page.
The power of the tome has been set free, and my blood was the price to pay. Every last drop.