With a desperate roar, Kael jammed his silver needle into the heart of the pool. Silver was the only thing that could bind it. The ink shrieked, a high-pitched vibration that cracked the nearby inkwells. It fought back, climbing his arm, tracing black, thorny veins toward his chest.
The ink hissed, a sound like parchment tearing. It surged upward, splashing against the stone walls of the library. Wherever it touched, it didn't just stain; it consumed. The illuminated manuscripts on the shelves began to scream in silence as the ink leapt onto their pages, rewriting history in a jagged, violent script that smoked on the vellum. Ink unleashed (ink agressive) theme
For a moment, they were locked—the scribe and the shadow. Kael poured every ounce of his will into the needle, forcing the aggressive void back into the broken bottle. With a desperate roar, Kael jammed his silver
It was a predatory alphabet. The letters weren't symbols anymore; they were teeth. It fought back, climbing his arm, tracing black,