"What do you mean someone calls to your Dark Grimoire, my liege?" Bartholomew, his royal adviser asked with broad eyes, he couldn't believe his ears. He knew his Emperor possessed one of the greatest Dark Grimoires in history gifted to him by Basker when he learned everything about magic in the Holy Library.
A parting gift it was called. His Emperor was the first and last magical being who ever set foot in the Holy Library, no one has achieved what he has, which only makes him more great.
"You heard me the first time," Nicklaus said still focusing on the scrolls on the table, but he was having a hard time concentrating because this aura he felt unnerved him, it wasn't hostile but weak and fading almost like it was dying and yet it sought his Dark Grimoire. Nicklaus knew holding one of the most powerful Grimoires will make him a target for magical creatures who strives for the power he wields, but no one was ever foolish enough to cross paths with him they wouldn't dare.
