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For Shirou and the others loomed over the book, flipping through the now docile pages would reveal artistic depictions of monsters, rituals and strange symbols. Accented with aged text with a peculiar, elaborate font, the book unintentionally expressed its age through the centuries. Turning onto the desired chapter, the observers would be greeted with a block of partially faded text on the left page. Most of the text appeared missing, unfortunately, the ink over the centuries fading and meshing against the march of time. However, a small passage could still be deciphered...
"…From the notes gathered, the Son-Devourer was once a chieftain of the numerous tribes to the north, going as far as to eventually form a formidable fiefdom near present-day Charon. Legend says that the man, with his wife deceased and three sons eyeing his throne, murdered and ate all his heirs for the pursuit of some occultist power whispered to him by entities long forgotten. The lost power, when Worlds Beyond Stars aligns, bloodlines would serve as an elixir of life and power. With the skulls of his sons as goblets, the Son-Devourer began his campaign, the workings of forces beyond even Our comprehension at hand…"
The passage abruptly ends, the artistic depiction on the right page showing a kingly man, dressed in a coat-of-plates and an army behind him. The King, with a war horn pressed to his lips, appeared to blowing the horn. Directly left of him, what appeared to be the walls of a castle were crumbling underneath the blow of the horn, archers and guardsmen failing to their deaths. The artistic style appeared bear an equal age to the anarchic text, with bodily proportions and sense of depth completely ignored. A small line of readable text could be seen near the top of the ancient drawing.
"Beware the General,
His army calls at the Gates of Dawn."
@Verite @Atomyk @Kaykay
Shirou's eyes narrowed a bit as he looked through the depictions of monsters, like incantations of dark magic that wouldn't have been out of place back where he had come from. Everything reminded him of back home. The monsters that were like familiars and corrupted Heroic Spirits, symbols reminiscent of those drawn in magecraft, such as alchemy, and so on. His brow furrowed as he read the description of the so-called Son-Devourer as best as he could, such a description reminding him to a degree of Angra Mainyu.
But enough of those comparisons.
Shirou attempted to decipher what sort of meaning the text had, but in the long run, it generally meant little to him, as he was unable to connect it to anything he knew of for the time being.
"Guess it turned out to be safe after all," Shirou commented briefly in response to Yuna, before letting out a soft sigh, "Still... What could the significance of all this be, I wonder?" He murmured mostly to himself, attempting to scan through the book for more pieces of interest that might connect with the drawing and the text.
@Atomyk @Kaykay @Krieg
But enough of those comparisons.
Shirou attempted to decipher what sort of meaning the text had, but in the long run, it generally meant little to him, as he was unable to connect it to anything he knew of for the time being.
"Guess it turned out to be safe after all," Shirou commented briefly in response to Yuna, before letting out a soft sigh, "Still... What could the significance of all this be, I wonder?" He murmured mostly to himself, attempting to scan through the book for more pieces of interest that might connect with the drawing and the text.
@Atomyk @Kaykay @Krieg