Cough, cough! Cough, cough!
Hunter dusted off his clothes, coughing nonstop. The tiny bedroom was full of dust, and he hurriedly opened the window, finally easing the awkwardness.
"Found it. You're going to the Recording Deity Domain, right? I'll check which spell you should use."
As mentioned before, the Book of Magic was essentially an encyclopedia of the Magic World. Every spell that existed was recorded within it, though learning them came with certain prerequisites.
One possibility was that the Grimoire decided Hunter ought to learn a particular spell. It would then display it automatically for the Warlock to see.
The other was that Hunter had heard of a spell and knew its specific effects, allowing him to search for it. The Grimoire would respond as well.
In other words, the book's limits were actually determined by Hunter's own level of knowledge. If he had never seen a powerful spell and did not know it existed, the Grimoire naturally would not offer it to him.
Ask, and it spoke. Don't Ask, Don't Tell. The book was just that willful.
Ordinary magic books were used like novels or biographies, or at worst, dictionaries that needed to be consulted.
But the Book of Magic was different. To outsiders, every page inside it appeared completely blank. Its actual method of use was making a wish.
"I need a spell that can send people back and forth to the Recording Deity Domain." Hunter spread the book open and stated his request, then added, "Something relatively safe, with a low casting cost."
The book heard the question and immediately gave an answer. Lines of pale blue glowing text appeared on its pages, revealing a secret Doorway spell.
Naturally, only Hunter could see those incantations. Even though Deathstroke and the cat craned their necks to peek,