Chapter 160: This Is What a Spell Is [bonus]
A structure made entirely of magic rotated slowly in the air before him.
Roughly eight inches across, irregular in shape, like an enlarged root system rendered in abstract. Countless threads of magic wove together into a mesh, the gaps between them varied with purpose. The main trunk ran thick and bright, the tributary veins thin and dense, and at the tips, they fanned out into innumerable hairlike tendrils.
Every thread was in motion. Magic poured in through the entry point, wound along a preset path, completed seven and a half loops, and flowed out the exit.
What emerged was grey-green.
Decomposition.
Regulus watched it turn.
Nine days. Twenty Mandrakes' worth of magic. Dozens of failed models. And he had replicated the Mandrake's Magic Circulation in full.
He could now build this structure from his own magic at will. Pour raw magic in one end, and what came out the other carried the Mandrake's decomposition attribute.
No plants.