Ch 8 - Feeling Of Aniexty

After Spectra left, Old Man Gregor closed the front door and returned to the bookshelf. He opened the black hardcover book, running his fingers over the pages with a complex expression.

It took him a while to go through the entire book.

"I should have expected this, but I couldn't resist clinging onto hope..."

He shook his head, closing the pages one by one until he reached the cover. The black text had turned a dark red, as if fresh blood coursed through each stroke, coagulating into a sinister hue.

As he stood there, a sense of foreboding lingered in the air, overshadowing the quiet of the night.

Meanwhile, Spectra walked through the dimly lit streets, the weight of the book in his bag a constant reminder of the newfound energy coursing through him. Yet, beneath the excitement lay a nagging doubt, a feeling that something wasn't quite right.

He couldn't shake off the unease as he made his way home, the streetlights casting long shadows that seemed to dance eerily in the night.

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