Chapter 107: Veritas (2)
The origin of magic is always similar. There are clear limits to the power a mere human can wield. What remains is simply ‘who can handle it better.’
Liam’s power slowly swept over the barrier. He moved, searching for any gaps. If he made any rash moves, the person inside would notice, so he had to gradually gnaw at the edges and wrest control.
“You plan to break this spell,” Owen Cassfire remarked, stroking his chin as he took a few steps. From the shattered, upside-down cross tombstone to the withered old tree where they stood.
“It’s created by the book. It’s textbook for a cult ritual. This is something that a newcomer from Greenwich would use,” Owen said in his neutral, analytical tone.
“It means they only had access to such magical texts. It’s safe to assume they did it alone, without a master,” Liam agreed with a shrug. Unfortunately for the owner of this barrier, there were two people here skilled in dismantling and reassembling such spells. This barrier would be gone in five minutes, leaving no trace.
“Why don’t you sit down and rest? I’m the one skilled in this, not you, Moore.”
“You’re right, but why does it still annoy me?”
The red-haired sage smirked, his glasses flashing. He had an uncanny talent for getting under Liam’s skin, only to flee when the real trouble started.
A vine clung to a spot, signaling an attack point. Liam, leaning against a tree, began to focus on one visible part at a time. The barrier covering the cathedral grounds began to thin visibly.