Inside the largest tent, Garan sat together with the other two mages.
Resting in his hands was an unusually shaped book.
It was unlike any ordinary book one might find inside a library.
Every page had been crafted from finely treated sheepskin instead of paper, while the cover itself was forged entirely from silver-white metal that reflected the light of the afternoon sun.
At first glance, it did not appear particularly impressive. It was thin, containing no more than five pages in total, yet the moment Harold and Mirella laid eyes upon it, both of them reacted almost simultaneously.
"The Iron Book!"
Their voices rang out together.
Everyone else instinctively turned toward them.
Even the usually calm undead black mages showed visible surprise after hearing those words, their gazes fixed upon the object resting inside Garan's hands.
Sienna, however, had never seen such a thing before.
