Book Eight: Chapter 62

“Good,” said Ratu. The diary continued pouring out ink, the pages fluttering until they were now at the back of the book. Mike could see an inscription glowing with golden letters. “This thing was able to recreate scenes from a book. Now it’s time for us to see the scene it was supposed to deliver.”

The wraith’s eyes changed color, matching the golden light of the inscription. It stretched wide, blurring out as the diary disappeared and a man sitting at a desk appeared in the middle of the sigil. He was speaking as he wrote, but no sound came from his lips.

“What’s he saying?” asked Mike.

“No idea.” Ratu frowned. “I’m not sure if this is a limitation of his spell or the result of the wraith being dead.”

The man flickered and started writing in reverse. A moment later, he was standing from the seat, then sitting back down.

“I’m guessing damage,” Mike muttered as sweat poured down his forehead. His magic had never been intended for playing back VHS movies