In the center of the gathered Judges lay a half-destroyed black leather scroll. Its edges bore reddish scorch marks, still glinting with embers.
A Judge reported, "There was a Believer here, probably in the process of destroying this, but the Chief Judge sealed the area midway, leaving half of it behind."
Wu Yang was quick to react, snatching the item up before Su Chen could bend down. It was covered in a mysterious, tadpole-like script. The two of them leaned in for a look, but it made their heads spin; they couldn't recognize a single character.
"This kind of Curse requires a translator... Let's hand it over to the Judicial Court when we get back." Wu Yang cleared his throat.
Su Chen, however, said, "This might contain crucial information. If we don't figure it out, the credit we get for this operation could be significantly diminished."
"I can try to translate it..." a voice came from behind. It was Zhang Yunqing. She said, "I've studied Curse Literature."
