Two days later...
Caleb leans forward onto his desk, rubbing the bridge of his nose. His eyes are quite a few hours past sore, but he can’t stop reading yet - he hasn’t found what he’s looking for.
His eyes open as his hand falls back to the desk. The clock reads two a.m., but it feels more like four. It’s been three days, and Caleb is sure he’s been through all the relevant books in his library. He even spent a few hours on the internet, attempting to find any information on the name “Calibusk,” but hasn’t enjoyed much success.
As he makes his way to bed, he makes a note to himself that it’s already been weeks since he and Constantine freed Calibusk, and that he was still completely in the dark about the creature. He realizes that he’s going to need to ask someone for help…
His eyes open as his hand falls back to the desk. The clock reads two a.m., but it feels more like four. It’s been three days, and Caleb is sure he’s been through all the relevant books in his library. He even spent a few hours on the internet, attempting to find any information on the name “Calibusk,” but hasn’t enjoyed much success.
As he makes his way to bed, he makes a note to himself that it’s already been weeks since he and Constantine freed Calibusk, and that he was still completely in the dark about the creature. He realizes that he’s going to need to ask someone for help…