[ Ryo moves his finger long the text as he reads out loud, never once faltering or stumbling over the words. The ominous feeling the book emanates seems to worsen as they progress through the pages, hanging heavily in the air like poisonous miasma, and while there's no gradual drain of energy Ryo can feel something sink into his chest as if preparing to rip it all out at once.
But he ignores it and keeps going, and when he finishes the last sentence the book glows brightly for a moment—and in the next instant it claims it sacrifice from the three, leaving Ryo suddenly feeling cold and fatigued to the bone and vaguely nauseated, barely able to sit upright. When the glow fades, the text is no longer readable, the worn pages completely empty. ]
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But he ignores it and keeps going, and when he finishes the last sentence the book glows brightly for a moment—and in the next instant it claims it sacrifice from the three, leaving Ryo suddenly feeling cold and fatigued to the bone and vaguely nauseated, barely able to sit upright. When the glow fades, the text is no longer readable, the worn pages completely empty. ]