Rustle, rustle, rustle.
The pages of the Darkhold had a peculiar sticky resistance to them, their dull color seeming as though they had been soaked in blood, then left to dry and harden for a long time.
Its cover looked as if it had been haphazardly pieced together from heavily rusted metal fragments. Upon it, two eerie circular symbols twisted together like serpents entwined.
That was the symbol of the ancient god Chthon.
James casually flipped through the book in his hands, yet not a single word, line, or image could be seen on its pages.
Legend said that the Darkhold, which recorded all the dark magic of the ancient god Chthon, could present itself in any language or form of information transmission.
No matter what planet its reader came from, what language they understood, or even if they were completely illiterate, it could allow them to comprehend its contents.
It was as though the book could not wait for someone gifted in magic to study and grasp the spells within.
But when faced with someone like James, who not only lacked the qualifications to practice magic but was, to some extent, the bane of the magical realm itself, the Darkhold wisely concealed itself.
Seeing that her husband seemed especially concerned with this group of "Eternals," the White Queen, Emma Howlett, who had understood James's thoughts better than anyone over the years, could not help asking in confusion:
"According to the records of the mystic sorcerers and the tales of ancient mythology, these Eternals—whose numbers are unknown but whose strength is immense—seem to have protected life on Earth from a certain kind of monster ever since the Mesopotamian Plain first flourished."
"And they have never interfered with humanity's natural reproduction or the development of civilization. They sound much like that