Arias still could not take his eyes off it even after several minutes had passed. It looked like nothing more than an old parchment, yet strangely, it was exuding a faint magical power.
“You know what it means?”
Lucias furrowed his brows curiously. He could not help but ask this question once he saw that Arias had been staring so intently at the parchment in his hand.
“No, I just think these letters look quite peculiar. I’ve studied some languages, but the one written here on your parchment seems indecipherable to me.”