Chapter 93: Team Building Starts Young [bonus]
The moment Regulus sensed it, a chill ran up his spine.
This was not ordinary Dark magic.
Ordinary Dark magic was aggressive and destructive. It had direction and intent.
This was different. It felt alive, something that had taken root inside Hermes, spreading, feeding.
Its magical nature was cold and viscous, steeped in despair. The feeling was intrinsic, like poison being inherently toxic. This spell was inherently despairing.
It was reproducing inside Hermes's magical system. Every second, it gnawed at his magic, devouring it and converting it into nourishment for itself, releasing more despair in the process.
Standing beside the bed, Regulus let his fingers shift slightly and sent out a thread of magic, thin as silk.
The instant it touched Hermes's skin, a dense darkness wrapped around it.
Within that darkness echoed countless wails of despair, as though thousands were struggling in unbearable agony. It clung like a bone-deep parasite, infectious, surging along his magical thread and trying to burrow into him.