"AI chip, analyze the stone tablet."
Hutson sat on the ground, closing his eyes to rest. His head was still throbbing, a lingering dizziness gnawing at his senses.
Within moments, AI chip responded. "Probability of this being an Ancient Magic Tablet: 87.6%."
Hutson's expression shifted.
Ancient Magic Tablet…
He knew exactly what that meant.
Long ago, in the earliest days of sorcery, there were no books, no parchment, no ink.
Before the advent of written records, magic was etched into bone, branded onto animal hides, or carved into stone—fragments of knowledge, meant to transcend time itself.
And stone tablets were the rarest of all.
Only the most formidable spells were recorded in such a way.
A tablet like this was not merely a relic—it was a vault of power.
Hutson's gaze hardened.
"This must be a Tier-One Spell…"
Even the most complex zero-tier spells wouldn't have affected him like this. But just by looking at this stone, his mind had begun to falter.
