It was as thick as a brick and as large as a chopping board, with a handle along the spine, presumably for easy carrying.
Dim phantoms seemed to drift across its surface, but strictly speaking, it did not have any particularly flashy cover design.
In most cases, books served as vessels of knowledge and held profound significance for human society.
True occult knowledge was not something people could find by typing a few keywords into a Google search. It existed within ancient secret tomes, and such books were often one of a kind.
Their unusual forms were manifestations of their power. The Necronomicon had a distorted human face on its cover that could move and scream; chains that wriggled coiled across the Darkhold's surface; the golden triangle painted on the Book of Vishanti flickered like a breathing light.
Those were all very cool. If one ever encountered a book with similar light and shadow effects, the important thing was not to carelessly flip through it.
But the Record Keeper's book had some novelty in its design language. Compared to other books, it resembled a briefcase more, but that was all. Its dark green cover was utterly unremarkable, as was the texture of its ordinary paper.
A little novel, but not by much. That was Su Ming's assessment of its exterior design.
"Have you looked through it?" Deathstroke asked the people around him, with a hint of concern in his tone.
"No. Ever since I saw the Necronomicon and the manuscript you gave Wanda, I decided I needed to be more cautious about reading books." The Mustache Mage smiled and shook his head, his curled mustache lifting. "Besides, the book in that guy's hands clearly isn't ordinary. It glows while he carries it, and Little Rich also warned us to be