Dark Times
The store began to fill with a strange mist that gave off the smell of rotting corpses, something the shop owner quickly recognized.
His voice called out but began to fade away as the boy sat there on the ground. "What have you done!" He shouts as it begins to fade.
I couldn't hear much else going on in the room anymore but this was definitely because of the damn book. I let my curiosity get the best of me, leaving me this way.
Each spell was engraved in my mind as if someone carved it there for me to remember permanently. A strange feeling also went throughout my body as I sat on the ground looking up at the ceiling.
His eyes were now glowing with a crimson color to them, just like his name. He forced himself to stand up as the pain started to die down.