Shadow Slave

There were hours left until they were going to be taken to the arena again. Sunny stared at the walls of the dungeon intently, as though hoping to glean some secrets from the ancient stones.

But what could he see? They were just old stones. There was nothing interesting on their surface, and neither was there anything interesting beneath it.

After a while, Sunny took a deep breath and sat down again, trying to make himself as comfortable as possible in the narrow cage. Then, he shut down his senses, pushing away the presence of countless abominations surrounding him, the stench of the prison, the pain in his exhausted body… everything that distracted him from thinking.

'What do I know about sorcery?'

That was a daunting question.

Even the word itself was deceptive. Humans of his world used it to describe any Aspect capable of dealing direct damage to the opponents, as opposed to augmenting the Awakened's combat ability — especially those that could do so from range. But that wasn't what Sunny was after.

No, what he was interested in was not the type of abilities that existed within the familiar framework of supernatural powers, but the very means used to create that framework, or at least those that existed outside the realm of Aspects.

That, to him, was true sorcery.

'But there are different kinds of such sorcery, as well… what are the ones that I've witnessed?'

The Spell itself was created from it, as well as all the

synonymous with the Spell, and that there were ways of creating

usual pattern of ethereal strings before he

younger sibling. The similarity between them was hard not to notice, but Sunny didn't know which of the daemons had copied which —

types of sorcery, it was easy to imagine that all of them involved some kind of a weave. However, that

altar of the Sanctuary

of blinding radiance, as if encompassing a boundless ocean of soul essence, with

later, the wooden one he had used to

Hope's sorcery might have been completely

How was he supposed to search for something that could have looked

sorcery that he had encountered. Or rather, several different ones, all united by the same method

the ruined cathedral of the Dark City, in a small cell where a corpse wearing Weaver's mask had been chained

Gateway within the Crimson Spire was surrounded by a circle of runes, too… as well as the stone arch on the last level of the Ebony Tower and the one connected to it,

he had encountered sorcerous runes was the Night Temple… there, they had been either inscribed by someone from clan Valor, or at least found

creating sorcery. One was the spellweave, as well as a version of it used by the Prince

runes, and seemed to have been mostly used by humans — here in the Kingdom of Hope and on the neighboring Forgotten