Chapter 78: Magi Guild
“It really is a strange world, isn’t it?” Valens muttered when he opened his eyes in the room, the bed creaking as he pulled himself up, wincing to his feet. His body was stiff and sore from the effort, but peering out the windows by the side wall, it didn’t seem he spent too much time in that space.
He reached for a Lifesurge to wash this soreness off with a wave of lifemana, flinching slightly when a searing pain tore through his chest. A sudden warning from his mana pool, dried all too quickly now that he checked it, left the fleshy cage of his source a barren sight, drinking in the drops that dripped down from its roof.
Not without its price, then? I suppose a trip to the Spiritual World is nothing to scoff at.
He had no idea how the Spiritum worked, or how could anyone weave something so positively absurd, yet grand at the same time with frequencies. They told him it had been the Surgemasters of old who created that ethereal world, but the hows and whys of that particular undertaking were still a mystery for him.
The shining sphere he took out from the Vault welcomed him over the drawer, looking perfectly in shape, its frequencies pulsing across the Resonance with an almost inaudible rhythm.
He checked it.
[The Sphere of Veiled Fates: - Cursed Artifact
Grade: Divine
A cursed obsidian orb veined with silver mist, used as a medium to glimpse the fate of anyone who touches it. While even a Fool can see fragments of a person’s immediate path, only one bearing the legacy of the Veiled Mother can unlock its full vision.]
“I wonder what is the common way of dealing with these things?” Valens wondered as he felt the cold surface of the sphere. It was nearly weightless, and small enough that he could tuck it under the new leather coat he bought. “Not everyone is going about their days carrying Divine Cursed Artifacts, do they?”
He decided he would ask Garran about it without making it clear he had this thing on himself. Throughout the way he had been fairly comfortable with the Templar group, but the exchange with the Bishop showed him that the capital’s folk and the people here were different.
But I’m not alone anymore. I have an Order of people behind my back… or in my front?