Zarek's eyes flashed.
Decode.
Shaking the bottle, Zarek used its abilities to pull the liquid out. A small bead of emerald green took shape as he activated his Profession's Talent, Decode.
Complex thoughts weaved into Zarek's psyche, but as he felt one stream of thought after another, his eyes were only growing sharper and sharper.
He was correct. There really was another secret to be had here, and it was a huge one.
Zarek flicked a wrist, raising it up in an almost elegant posture he wasn't used to using, and yet it came as second nature to him in that moment. With that movement, a quill of gold, red, and black took shape in the air, manifesting from the depths of his Profession as an ancient scroll was born as well.
