Chapter 329: The Disintegration Curse, Quassare
Regulus woke before dawn on the fourth day.
He sat at his desk, his wand at hand.
Everything was ready. The next step was to set the magical model into a spell that could be cast at will.
The process matched the Decomposition Curse, and it took two things.
A Latin root gave the vocal anchor, the gesture gave the magical guidance, both bound to the internal model so the manual modulation could be skipped. Speak the word, swing the wand, and the finished product came straight out.
That first time he'd spent a while on adjustment. This time should be faster.
He picked the syllables first.
The spell needed a word the throat could hold, one that let the magic run the model on its own as it was spoken, no correction needed midway.
He sounded out a few Latin roots, rolling each syllable slowly in his mouth, feeling the throat and tongue vibrate, while the magic flowed through the model in his mind's space, keeping the rhythm.