#Chapter 519: Time To Spare

Nina I stared down at the book in front of me, my breath catching in my throat as the strange blue glow intensified. The moonstone in my hand glowed as well, its light almost seeming to pulse in tandem with that of the book. “What the hell?” I muttered, reaching out to touch the book. Gasping softly, I quickly recoiled my hand when, upon my fingers grazing the leather, a small electric shock lightly touched my fingers. With my eyes wide, I looked down at my hand—unharmed, but still almost fizzling with that strange energy. There was magic here. The realization struck me then: maybe this moonstone, somehow, was a key to finally decoding this book. Drawing in a shuddering breath, I tightened my grip around the still-glowing moonstone, feeling its warmth melt into my palm. Then, before I could second-guess myself, I pressed the crystal down onto the open pages and watched in fascination as the glow flared brilliantly. For an endless, breathless moment, the room was co