"Phantom Rebirth: The Last White Raven’s Path to the Ultimate Assassin" Chapter 274: The Forgotten Texts of the Fallen

The glow of magical torches flickered across the vast shelves of her personal library.

Seraphis sat at a large stone table, parchnt spread before her, but her focus had now shifted.

The books she needed next were not just old records of the world’s past—they were tos taken from those she had slain.

Over ti, every assassin, mage, and warrior she had defeated left behind their secrets—their weapons, spells, and knowledge.

And she had taken all of it.

The First Book: The Language of Shadows

She reached for a worn, leather-bound to, its cover marked with the insignia of a long-dead assassin guild.

This one had belonged to a Shadow Caster, a mage-assassin who could vanish into darkness itself.

Opening the book, she read its first lines:

"To speak the words of shadow, one must first embrace the silence."

This book described a forgotten language known as Noctriis, used exclusively by assassins who could blend into darkness.

It was an audible language, spoken in whispers that could only be heard by those attuned to shadow magic.

The Noctriis tongue had no written script.

Its words were carried by the wind, slipping through the air like echoes.

Those who mastered it could command shadows to move at their will.

Seraphis frowned. A language that could only be spoken in whispers… No wonder no records of it existed.

She closed the book and set it aside, knowing she would return to it later.

The Second Book: The Cursed Tongue of the Abyss

The next book in her collection was bound in dark iron, its title written in an unknown script.

She had taken this from a necromancer-assassin, one who could curse victims with a single word.

Opening the book, she saw the first page pulsed with black ink, shifting as if it were alive.

This was written in Abyssal, a language known to:

✔ Drive weaker minds to madness if read for too long. ✔ Be spoken only by those who dealt in death and curses. ✔ Hold words that could bind souls into contracts.

Seraphis exhaled slowly.

The Abyssal tongue was dangerous. Even reading too much of it could cause a person to lose their sanity.

She ran her finger over the text. The words hissed softly in response.

“I’ll study this one carefully,” she muttered.

The Third Book: The Lost Runes of the Skyborn

Her next book was not from an assassin—but from a Sky Mage she had once fought.

The Skyborn language was known as Aetherian, a script that could only be written in the air, using mana-infused glyphs.

The book described:

✔ Aetherian runes, which floated like constellations when cast. ✔ How Skyborn mages used it to command the wind, control storms, and walk upon the air. ✔ A hidden dialect within the language that allowed communication with elental spirits.

Seraphis’s mind raced.

Aetherian was not just a language—it was an art.

If she could master it, she might be able to call upon the wind itself.

The Fourth Book: The Naless Tongue

She turned to another book—a to of unknown origin.

This one had no title, no markings, and no history.

She had taken it from an assassin who, before dying, had whispered sothing in an unknown language.

Sothing that made her blood freeze.

Opening the book, she found the pages were empty.

No ink. No writing. Nothing.

She frowned. Was it a trick?

Then—a single word appeared.

“You are not ready.”

Seraphis’s heart skipped a beat.

This was no ordinary book.

It was alive.

A Forbidden Discovery

She exhaled, setting the naless book aside.

Her library contained more knowledge than most kingdoms, but she knew that so things were never ant to be read.

As she stared at the collected books before her, she realized sothing:

These languages were not just words and symbols.

They were keys—each unlocking a different power, a different way of seeing the world.

And sowhere within these texts…

She was sure she would find the answers she sought.