The Book was lying in the center of the room, down on the smooth floor, in the center of the smooth floor lying five meters away from the runes surrounding it in alternating ellipses.
Its top-notch pages did anything but flutter, lying motionlessly, the picture on it starkly visible to the heavens above, if there were to exist any, the bright of its colors looking seemingly brighter.
It took Remirg for a moment to realize that the images really were growing brighter, only after to be followed by the runes around the room to turn the brightest shade of brilliant cyan, a color brighter than the prana which resided in the room where he had fought the deceased Sons.
Remirg pushed himself forward into the very center of the room and looked down upon the glowing book, which was resonating with the runes surrounding the room. Uncannily so, as there didn't seem to be any runes embedded upon the book itself for it to interact with the surroundings.
