Chapter 300
She was familiar with the cat. The guardian would not normally interfere with mortal lives, and yet she chose the boy.
But the more important thing was that whatever was inside him—or growing inside him—was a force that could bypass her senses.
She knew it was there, yet at the same time, she could not perceive it, which, if anything, fascinated her.
A ripple in still water she could not track, even while staring directly at it.
It made the boy worth paying attention to.
A rare anomaly. A wrinkle in the weave she did not place herself.
The droplet of blood fell slowly from the tube, and the moment it touched, a stirring reaction took place.
The white page, which was blank initially, started to fill with various strange characters. They were not of the common language but rather strange and complex runes.
Those runes were etched into the pages as if someone had carved them into it like a rock being carved.
