Wedged awkwardly between two thick compendiums on flame manipulation was a slender, unmarked book bound in black leather.
It didn't bear the Tempest sigil or any categorization tag. Curious, he carefully pulled it free. Furrowing his brows, he turned the book—front to back. "What is this?"
The cover was plain, but when he opened it, a faint crackle of static brushed against his fingertips. His instincts sharpened immediately—this book was infused with lightning qi. It really didn't look like much, and Wooyun almost thought to put it away, however, the minute those thoughts came to mind, a pulse of energy erupted from the book, nearly stinging him.
