“It has no last page,” Santi would rasp to the few who dared ask. “And it has no first. It simply… continues.”
“The Spell of Unfailing Breath.”
The library collapsed into a single point of light. Elara woke up on the floor of Santi’s shop, the shard of obsidian now a harmless pebble. The Arcanum Ilimitado was gone. In its place lay a single, blank sheet of paper. Arcanum ilimitado
“You refused it,” he whispered. “No one has ever refused it.” “It has no last page,” Santi would rasp
