And that, she realized, was the only true Arcanum Ilimitado .
The end.
She tried to close the book. It had grown heavier, its spine now a maw lined with runes. The voice that spoke was not Santi’s, but the book’s own—a dry rustle like autumn leaves burning. Arcanum ilimitado
The library collapsed into a single point of light. Elara woke up on the floor of Santi’s shop, the shard of obsidian now a harmless pebble. The Arcanum Ilimitado was gone. In its place lay a single, blank sheet of paper. And that, she realized, was the only true Arcanum Ilimitado
Fascinated, she turned the page. A spell for mending ceramic. Another for detecting lies in honey. Each one was hers, or would be hers, or might have been. Then she flipped to a random section in the middle. It had grown heavier, its spine now a maw lined with runes