Damian lay awake the whole night, waiting to see if the mana energy—whatever it was—would return, but it never did. The more time passed, the more it felt like just his own imagination playing tricks on him. It wasn't unlikely; he had experienced similar sensations before, sensing a mana signature that wasn't actually there. But that had always been at the very edge of his mana sense, never as distinct as the one he had detected earlier.
While waiting, Damian absentmindedly turned the adamantite sphere in his hands. Both the metal—capable of sustaining such a unique spell—and the spell itself intrigued him. The description claimed that the ember of a golem species was sealed inside. That implied some kind of space-warping magic and that this thing was alive—or at least as alive as a golem could be. That made it vastly different from a standard spatial storage spell. The strange runes covering it were undecipherable, though, and he could only activate it once.
