Out of all the books in the millennium old library, this human had to pick out this one, was it coincident or fate?
Elrien was puzzled.
Instead of answering Yuta's question, Elrien entangled his fingers between Yuta's and together, they held the book.
It was Elrien who read aloud, the words pouring from his mouth like dark silk.
"No one knows where the plague demon originated from. The ancient demons said the vicious deity was borne from the accumulation of dark energy and evil arts practiced over centuries. The prophecy spoke of only a distinct breed of demon from the royal bloodline who could become a temple powerful enough to store the dark energy until a purifier is awakened"
"The Sarori," Yuta completed quietly.
A prolonged silence stretched between them.
"That's very horrible," Yuta whispered, staring at the page. His chest felt tight with a strange sadness as he absorbed the meaning.
