Nantian Fengyu's fingers froze as she caught a glimpse of something at the edge of the last page—a tiny, almost imperceptible rune carved into the leather. It was no larger than a grain of rice, its lines so fine they seemed to shimmer when the light hit them just right.
Her brow furrowed.
"What is this...?"
She hesitated for only a moment before pressing her fingertip against the symbol and channeling a wisp of divine energy into it.
The reaction was instantaneous.
The rune blazed to life, its glow erupting into a blinding radiance that flooded the study. The diary shot into the air, pages fluttering wildly as if caught in a hurricane. A resonant hum filled the room, vibrating through the very bones of the villa.
BANG!
The door burst open as Long Xi and the others rushed in, their expressions a mix of alarm and confusion.
"What's happening?!" Long Xi demanded, her draconic aura flaring defensively.
