"It's my mother's journal. It contains all the spells involving demons," Ezekiel explained. "Keep it for now and see if there's anything useful while I finalize plans for my attack on Devon's lair. Use whatever you need, Tarah."
"I've been wanting to ask you more about yourself, Tarah. I've wondered if that's even your real name," Ezekiel continued, his tone serious. "But I don't want to risk the safety of whoever Devon bound with that Tophet Bloodchain Spell to you. The journal clearly warns against compromising the demon's identity who cast the spell, and it has a broad scope. It all makes sense now why you've been guarded about your past and reluctant to answer certain questions."
"T-Thank you," Tarah murmured, feeling overwhelmed with gratitude. She set everything aside and hurriedly moved to embrace Ezekiel. She didn't know how to express her appreciation for everything he had done and was doing. Just as her vision had shown, he was truly the key… her only hope...
