Makun stared at the book, sweat dripping down his temple. He was 'scared' of going to the book.
Skeptical of what might happen if he went to it.
Just what is this book? Why does it suck so much out of me? Makun asked himself.
He steadied himself, moved from the tree he used as support when he stumbled earlier and approached the book.
From a distance, he felt a sense of familiarity from it, as if it radiated his aura.
Makun reached the book and picked it up.
It felt heavier, heavier than ever before, and the color had changed to take on a red hue.
What is happening? Is it customized?
The time he had used the book near Hope Shelter, he had noticed it printing the content in real time but had thought nothing of it.
But now, now that even the colors of the book had changed, he had so many questions.
