Five minutes later, Helen returned with four thick books. The kind of books coated with dust, their covers faded by time.
*DHAB!*
She dropped the books onto the table.
*Cough-Cough*
"What the fuck, Helen? You know I'm allergic to dust," Zane coughed out, waving his hand like a fan.
"Sorry… I totally forgot," Helen replied, her tone apologetic.
After wiping the books with a cloth, Daniel, Zero, and Zane each picked one.
What in the world is this…
It was like a dictionary of artifacts — hand-drawn illustrations, descriptions, rarities, and sentences partially erased, yet reconstructed, as though someone had stitched the missing words back together.
"Find anything that looks similar to the artifact," Helen said, her tone serious.
Minutes passed, yet none of them found anything that matched the artifact.
*Dhab*
Daniel dropped the book onto the table.
*Dhab. Dhab.*
The others dropped theirs as well.
"Helen, did you find anything?" Zane asked.
*Sigh*
