Chapter Hundred: A Thumps Up
Zenith stuck his head out of the pocket dimension and it closed, he handed a book and pen to the barbarian.
It's a book with the front and back cover transparent and the pages were pure white and exuded a low glow. The pen felt really light like a small stick.
"You can write, can't you?" Zenith didn't wait for an answer and pointed at the paper. "Write here."
The barbarian wondered how a paper and pen could help him reach the young mage if he really needed to see him. He wrote down his name.
Zenith stood far away. "Now, tear the part out."
The barbarian tore out the part he wrote on and it disappeared, he saw it reappear in front of Zenith. Zenith tilted his head.
"Understood? It'd come to me wherever I am. Use it sparingly because there are not many pages."