"Your blood, it contains fractions of your power, the power inherent to you and those descended of you... not that you have any descendants, asides from Alítheia." Alan reveals something about your blood, and you had already gathered this much from the existence of Alítheia in the first place. "Of course it is purest in you and you alone, so... my current theory is that the girl wishes to use your blood to pen a book of her own design."

"A... book of her own design?" You ask Nyarlathotep for some clarification, you're wondering where he's going with this. You want to know just where the relevance of pages and books is coming from, though you've already started to put things together in your head, and you're really only waiting for Nyarlathotep to confirm what you already think that you know.

"That's right, while she's been making do with those copies of that ridiculous spell book thus far, she's seen her opportunity to create her own, and... she's taking it. There's no telling just what sort of powers such a creation would hold, but... even I, an avatar of an Outer God, am wary of the creation of such an artifact. I could feasibly see such a weapon having..." Alan sighs again, before he speaks once more. "...Unlimited control over all aspects of reality, if she is allowed to complete it." Alan's voice is carefree... mostly, but his words are truly dire. He's clearly more bothered about this than he's actually letting on.

Part 43