"Business, indeed." Solomon's smile held secrets as ancient as time itself. She raised a delicate hand and snapped her fingers, the sound echoing with unexpected power through the chamber.
The air before David shimmered, particles of light coalescing into a tangible form. A book materialized—but calling it merely a "book" would be like calling an ocean "some water." Its cover was a masterwork of arcane craftsmanship, bound in what appeared to be leather but shimmed with an otherworldly luster. Golden corner pieces adorned it, each inscribed with symbols that seemed to shift when not directly observed.
