Book 3. Chapter 57
He was tied up, bound and gagged, and being carried. He felt the cool night air against his skin; his shirt had been removed and there was something wet on his back.
So far he hadn’t been injured, but he couldn’t depend on it staying that way. He needed to do something. He needed a plan. He felt groggy; it was hard to think. His Mental Resistance was telling him that there was some kind of magic trying to keep him asleep, and only actively deciding to wake up with the effects of the potion of Lucid Dreams still in his system had overcome it.
He prepared to summon glass to cut the ropes off his arms and legs as well as stab the man carrying him all at the same time. He didn’t want to speak and alert his kidnapper that he was awake, so he couldn’t use the Language. It would be wasteful, but he would cast this the normal way, by forming his intentions in his mind. Once he had an appropriate image, he pushed mana into the spell.
It didn’t activate.
The mana was winnowed away, into symbols drawn on the skin of his back. That’s what the wetness he’d felt was, someone had drawn enchantments onto his and the paint was still wet. No glass magic, but could he do light?
He decided to try sound instead, just make a cricket chirp off in the distance somewhere to let him know if it was working. He formed the idea, then… he didn’t even get to the step where he could try pushing mana into the spell. There was nowhere to put it.
There was no glass nearby. He’d completely forgotten about the [Glassbound] limitation because he was so used to casting out of whatever glass happened to be nearest that he didn’t even think about it any more.
His glass rings, the ones he used to store memories, were all missing. The pouch where he kept the glass flashbang balls was missing as well. Whoever was kidnapping him knew that he was a [Glasser] and had removed all glass from him as a precaution. He still didn’t know if the spell written on his skin would prevent his light magic, and he wouldn’t get to know. They’d cut him off by accident.
There had to be glass somewhere. His pockets might have some tiny sliver, even that would be enough. He couldn’t reach them. A splinter in his fingers? He rubbed his hands together, trying not to move too much, and noticed Lumina’s ring.