You stick your head out beside Brock, who calmly looks at you before sighing. [color=92278f][b]"... listen, there's a reason that this book shouldn't be read. It holds centuries of magic that, in the wrong hands, could absolutely destroy the world."[/b][/color] He reaches into his bag and pulls out the tome, a darkened violet surrounding his hands as the latch on the tome comes undone. Suddenly, your mind clears, and the tome in front of you is not as alluring as it was before. Whatever you thought was 'mental deterioration' had suddenly vanished. The sealing magic on the tome must have been what called you to it.

Brock places the tome in your hands. [b][color=92278f]"What you may learn from this book may never leave you the same."[/color][/b] Brock pauses for a moment to let that statement sink in. [b][color=92278f]"A man died in my old sanctum because he dared to read it. If you are still willing to read it, please, read it up here. I can keep what you may unleash from destroying you, me, and everyone in that damn tent."[/color][/b]