Low-Fantasy Occultist

Nick stood over the headless body of the Grumbler, keeping his telekinetic grip on the spike necklace that directed its actions, while the others searched the cave for additional signs of trouble.

He could have told them there weren’t any himself, but that would have revealed more about his sensory abilities, and he needed a moment of privacy anyway.

Once both adventurers and Monte had disappeared into the cave, Nick pushed his will through the Shard, which glowed a crimson violet light. The necklace was enveloped in a storm of emotions so intense and raw that they seemed to be pulled straight from the ether, overwhelming the person on the other side of the connection.

The link winked out with a lingering sense of pain, and the artifact went inert, letting him place it into the iron ring without resistance.

“That’s what you get for not knowing when to cut your losses,” he muttered, shaking his head. He lacked the proficiency with mind magic to do more than send a metaphysical punch to the peeping tom's brain, but considering how pure and dense the emotions flowed through the Shard, he was sure it would be one to remember.

I might have actually damaged his third eye, at least temporarily. That means someone will be looking for revenge, but they wouldn’t have left us alone anyway.

Now that he was sure it was over, he finally checked the System notification.