The match scraped across the sandpaper.
Hiss!
The heat from the phosphorus rubbing against the sandpaper ignited the match. Arthur used it to light the [Watchlight Lamp], whose brighter illumination let him see the books inside the iron box more clearly.
The Book of Death and two notebooks.
The Book of Death was incomplete. Including its cover, it had only five pages.
There were no signs of torn pages. It simply had five pages!
Arthur was certain this incomplete Book of Death had been transcribed-the instant he saw the words "Book of Death," the instincts arising from his [Spirituality] and [Breath of Death] told him the book should not look like this.
Next, Arthur examined the paper and ink.
The yellowed paper and faded ink both spoke of age, but certainly not fifty years, much less a hundred.
If it really had been that old, this paper made from a blend of mulberry bark and jute would have been extremely brittle, crumbling at a touch.
Of course, what ultimately confirmed it was a transcription was the handwriting inside the Book of Death.
Messy!
Exceptionally messy!
Even shaky at the beginning!
Just looking at that handwriting, Arthur could almost see someone hurriedly copying it down.
And doing so...
In secret!
Arthur soon confirmed his suspicions through the other two notebooks.
Of the two, one belonged to William himself, while the other came from an elder of the Sunk Family-
I know I shouldn't have done this!
But this is the legendary Book of Death!
The Book of Death, which supposedly allows one to complete the Path to Godhood!
As long as we ascend ten steps and become "Death," our dead friends and family can be resurrected!
Longfellow, Gilbert, and I all made the same choice.
I won't blame them.
They