Chapter 33: Devour
The door to the private training hall shut with a low thud. Noah turned the heavy brass lock, sliding the bolt into place. A soft click echoed across the stone walls. No one would interrupt him here.
The training hall was larger than he expected. Rectangular in shape, with a high, vaulted ceiling lined with dim enchanted lamps.
The air inside was slightly cool, and his footsteps echoed faintly as he stepped across the smooth floor.
The walls bore faint scorch marks and gouges from past spells, and at the far end was a recessed viewing alcove, protected by a thick pane of enchanted glass.
It was a place for spectators to sit, protected, when someone practiced volatile or high-level spells.
Noah took a breath and walked to the center of the room.
This was it.
He reached into his pocket and carefully pulled out the B-rank spell parchment.
As his fingers brushed the surface, the black ink pulsed faintly with energy. The spell formation drawn on it shimmered, lines shifting in layered patterns as faint wisps of darkness curled off it like mist.
It was different from anything he’d seen before.
Noah sank to one knee, spreading the parchment across the floor in front of him. He studied it in silence. Circles within circles, curved runes interlocking with jagged glyphs. It was more intricate than Fireball by orders of magnitude.
He pulled out the scroll of parchment he’d brought, unrolling it, and began to copy the formation by hand.