Spell Weaver [Book 2 Complete]

It was impossible for Alex to tell how long he had traveled. It could have been minutes or years, though his sanity remaining intact made him lean toward a shorter time span.

There were no stars. He had no body or source of mana. There had been no time in the last three months since he’d had his mana sight where his eyes had not at least seen something when open. Even at night or in the darkest of caves, his Heavenly Eye could see some mixture of mana.

In this dead space, however, there was nothing to be seen. Even as he let go of and attempted to push out his own personal mana, nothing changed. His mind floated, disembodied, through the endless space of starless night.

He spent some time where he was panicked, others where he was excited at the prospect of what was happening, and more yet where he was bored.

In his state of limbo, he attempted to access the System to see his gains, but there was no response, and no new blue boxes appeared.

The first sensation that returned was pressure. Not physical pressure, but a weight that pressed against Alex’s very soul. It started as a faint brushing sensation, barely noticeable, then built to an insistent pounding that was impossible to ignore.

Colors bled into existence. They were otherworldly shades, not the familiar hues of Earth. They defied his ability to describe, and they moved in swirling patterns that morphed into shapes that hurt to look at directly.

The sensation only lasted for a moment before his awareness snapped into focus. He stood—or rather, existed—in an enormous chamber. The walls stretched upward before disappearing into white-gold clouds that matched the building’s construction. Windows floated untethered by the walls, and each showed a different scene on the other side.

It took him a moment to realize that the windows were portals, and he could see an immeasurable scene through them. Wars, celebrations, cataclysms- they all played out in tandem as he spun in a slow circle. The scale of it made Alex feel less than insignificant.

Then he saw them.

Two figures dominated the impossible space. They towered over where Alex’s consciousness hovered. It was hard to tell their size, but each was several heads taller than where he floated. Their forms were vaguely humanoid, but that’s where the similarities ended.

A woman lounged on a throne that seemed to be made of yellow crystal. Her skin shimmered with constellations, and her hair was a deep black that he couldn’t quite tell if it was real. Her eyes were slightly lidded, as if bored, though where a normal eye would lay, instead solid beams of golden light spilled out.

Opposite her, a man prowled the chamber like a caged beast. His form was less stable, shifting between different figures. One moment, he was in the form of an older man looking furious, the next a young boy, and when he turned his back on the feminine figure, he assumed the form of a composed woman.

The sheer presence of the two beings threatened to crush Alex’s mind.

His mind reeled, and he attempted to scream out in pain and fear, not able to fully process what he was seeing.

A familiar sight appeared in his vision. He tried to close his eyes and gritted his teeth, but without a physical body, he could do nothing. In a panic, he tried to dismiss the System windows, but they didn’t budge, so instead, he read.