AMELIA

　　　 

　　　

　　　 

　　　

　　　 “I can’t believe it didn’t work,” I grunted in anger as I stabbed the sword into the book, and it did nothing. “It’s empty now, but a piece of useless old shit.”

　　　

　　　 The book was around four inches thick. The hardcover seemed to be made of animal skin. The smell was like an old rotten dead rat. I was expecting suggestions, but everyone’s mouth was shut this time. 

　　　

　　　“Really?” My eyes narrowed at them. “Now I need your unsolicited advice and you’ve got nothing. You, Theia. You’re very opinionated. What do you have in mind?”

　　　

　　　She only gave me a shrug.

　　　

　　　 “I did put my blood on it. What...