The rift responded with a soundless hum, and a moment later, Miss Leslie's hand re-emerged holding a single parchment.
It was matte black with ink lines of dim purple. The spell formation etched onto it pulsed gently, shadows curling up from the parchment's surface like mist from a grave.
Miss Leslie handed it to Noah with both hands.
"This is your spell parchment." She said. "To learn Devour, you'll need it."
"The first time you cast the spell, it'll draw from the energy contained within the parchment to complete the formation. Once cast, the spell imprints itself on your soul. That's how the information of the spell you learn appears in your status window."
Noah held the parchment carefully. The material felt warm in his hand, like coiled magic waiting to spring free.
The complex lines of the formation were dizzying to look at. Lines within lines, loops of energy woven into a dense language of hunger.
He nodded slowly.
