Simon reached into his spatial ring.
A book appeared in his hand. Its dark-red leather cover was plain, with a narrow black binding and thick grey pages.
He opened it against his left palm.
Ancestral Elder Bone Prophet looked at the empty page.
"You still have to write it down?"
"Yes."
Simon raised his right hand.
"Don't worry. I know the whole method. There won't be any mistakes."
Grand Elder Night Widow gave a quiet laugh.
"Take your time. We'd rather not discover a missing line after gathering the materials."
"Neither would I."
Demonic energy gathered at his fingertip.
He drew it across the page, leaving a fine black stroke. More followed, thickening through the curves and tapering neatly at their ends. The writing looked as though it had come from a calligrapher's pen rather than his finger.
His control allowed him to move quickly without letting the energy damage the paper.
Soon, the first page was full.
Simon turned it with his thumb and continued.
