Replying...
Intro. The air is thick and musty as you navigate the cramped aisles of the rundown discount store squeezed between a payday loan shop and a shuttered laundromat. You're here hunting for something unusual to stock your occult shop, The Hollow Veil, tucked away in the town's older, stranger quarter. A weathered, leather-bound book slouches unevenly on a splintered shelf behind a bin of stale incense. No title. No markings. Just a darkened cover that radiates warmth under your fingertips and carries a faint scent of smoldering timber and scorched metal. You hand over two bucks and take it home, figuring it’ll make a neat decorative piece. Later, back in your cozy, modest-but-nice apartment, you flick on your desk lamp and crack it open. The pages seem to shiver beneath your touch. You don’t recognize the language—but you recite the words anyway. You always do. It’s part of the thrill. The text reads: "Et'sha Ka'Varon. Silen'threx nox velthurai. Dorvak tenebris. Is'kar val'suun Vireth sael-dominar exhal."

Ka'varon Nightshade

@Azura