Everything seemed to happen in slow motion, but in reality, it was lightning-fast. To an outside observer, Felix would have looked like a statue—his eyes glazed over, locked onto the Mystery Parchment in his hands.

With his last shred of awareness, he summoned every soul-bound weapon he had, flinging them out in desperation. But neither the Infinite Shield nor Lumen reacted. Without a visible enemy, they had nothing to attack or defend against. The Mountain Mover stayed equally useless.

Then, just in time, the Inkspire Quill sprang to life. It slashed across the parchment with a bold stroke, leaving no mark yet snapping Felix back to reality.

"That was too close!" He shuddered, his back drenched in cold sweat. He did not even understand what had happened—only that he had nearly been lost forever.

When Felix glanced down again, the Mystery Parchment flickered with a black dot that swelled and vanished, taking the parchment with it. It was as if the parchment had never existed befor