Summoning the black book onto his palm, Rowan immediately sensed the difference in the Primordial Record, and it was not because the book had changed; it was because it was Rowan himself who was different.
Previously, he was a child, and so he viewed the world as a child, where everything was simple and written in shades of black and white, and now he was no longer a child, and his eyes had seen countless secrets and horrors, and now he could see all the hidden colors of Reality.
Looking at the Primordial Record, he saw its true form for the first time, and Rowan paused in contemplation for a while.
The black book expanded until it fit his entire palm, and Rowan could sense a faint sense of anticipation from it, as if it was calling him to open its pages and reveal the secrets within.
