*flap!
Jinn flipped the book open, the soft and almost dry scent of old paper drifted up towards him in an instant, almost as if reminding him how ancient this book really was. As soon as he opened the book, the very first page was greeted with a short phrase, written in an almost faded ink, yet still readable.
Kaelios, The Golden Child…
Jinn paused, staring at the words written on the page… as if simply looking at them long enough would make him understand who the person was or what his title meant.
So it's another orphan… a fragment, just like Engkaren
But no matter how long he locked his eyes on that single line, it remained just as mysterious and unknown to him as it was seconds ago when he first laid eyes on it.
A true quiet confusion and mystery swimming within his mind.
Yet even with both confusion and uncertainty brewing within his mind, Jinn understood one thing clearly.
