The first thing he noticed about the S-rank spell parchment was its color.
Instead of the deep purple he had started to associate with the void affinity, the parchment shimmered like a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of colors running through it in real time.
The colors pulsed and shifted, feeling like blood running through the veins of the parchment.
Sitting in the middle of the parchment was a thick round dot. The dot was colored a deep black, and constantly shifted, looking like it was a hole in the parchment, and not ink.
Noah leaned closer, and that was when he noticed it. The dot was not actually a solid dot. It was a complex spell formation packed so tight together, there was almost no space within it.
He forced himself to start breathing again, taking a deep gulp of air.
He tore his gaze away from the parchment, but somehow, he could still see the spell formation in the centre of his vision.
