Back to Reality
The world around him returned with a soft hum, and the whispering shadows of the illusion faded away like smoke.
Razeal blinked slowly, his focus returning to the present the creak of the ship beneath him, the faint sound of waves crashing against the hull, and the cool breeze brushing against his skin.
He was back.
The heavy Book of Eventual Evil still rested open on his lap, its faintly scorched edges gleaming with dull crimson lines that pulsed like a heartbeat.
With a slow exhale, Razeal closed the book, his fingers tracing the rough cover once before pulling his hand back.
"There are… some interesting things in there," he muttered to himself, his voice low. Then, after a short pause, he added, "Interesting… yet disgusting."
He leaned back slightly in his chair, gazing out over the ship's deck as his mind drifted over what he had seen inside the illusion the grotesque rituals, the whispers of dark twisted knowledge etched within those pages.
