Damon fell to his knees, blood dripping from his nose as a violent headache tore through his skull.
For that brief second he had held the Book of Shadows with Ashergon sealed inside before casting it into his shadow storage, the dragon had nearly broken free and Damon had nearly blacked out on the spot. His vision blurred. His head felt unbearably heavy. Each breath came in shallow, strained pulls as if his lungs had forgotten how to work.
Ashergon was captured, just as he had planned.
And it had only been possible because of a single tool.
A tool he now dared not use again without the risk of freeing the dragon.
That tool was:
[Book of Shadows]
Type: Transcendent
[Description]
Every little thing about this new world filled him with wonder. He beheld colors no mind had ever shaped, felt sensations that once had no name, and breathed an air thick with quiet, ambient power.
