Chapter 46: The Corridor of Flames
Marcus returned to the fire rune, flames sparking to life at his fingertips as he pressed it against the bleeding gash along his side. The wound hissed and seared shut in an instant. He gritted his teeth hard enough to pierce his lip, the copper tang of blood mixing with the charred scent of burned flesh.
"First enemy, yet I almost died..."
His voice was low, strained—not with fear, but with a gnawing frustration.
"I need to learn to use my magic more destructively. I keep forgetting this body wasn't honed for melee combat."
His grin came slow but wide, the pain forcing a twisted smirk onto his face. Bright white light flared behind his pupils once more, intense and sharp like twin halos buried in his gaze. It pulsed faintly, as if responding to his thoughts. He had noticed this phenomenon ever since entering this world—always during moments of heightened emotion or near-death focus. But its true purpose? Still a mystery.
He just knew it wasn't normal. It wasn't human. It felt... embedded. Like something coded into the very DNA of this borrowed vessel.
An innate talent, maybe. One of the perks of being a transmigrator. A cheat skill disguised as a birthright.
"Come to think of it..."
His eyes narrowed.