Chapter 294: A Changed Texture of Magic [bonus]
Six stars, each tracing its own orbit.
The system ran smoothly. No deviation in any trajectory.
He let his consciousness rise, up through the mental layers, into the space between, and found the containment room.
A pure white chamber. No doors, no windows.
The virtual persona crouched in the corner, its magical aura dense and murky, edges trailing a film of corrosive grey shadow.
The runes it had been carving into the floor now covered every inch, sprawling crookedly up the walls, like tally marks scratched by a prisoner who'd been locked away too long.
It had sensed. The bone box was out there. Fresh material was coming.
It rose from the corner, crossed to the wall, pressed a palm flat against it, fingers splayed, tips dragging across the white surface.
No sound. Only what surged in those eyes: hunger, curiosity, and a focus wound tight as a spring.