Ethan silently began to clean up, his hands moving mechanically while his mind swirled with questions. What kind of magic was that? How did she make the symbols glow? And what were those talismans for?
He glanced at them, the faint light still pulsing from their symbols, almost as if they were alive. A shiver ran down his spine. Miss Agnes wasn't just an old hag with a temper.
She was a master of a craft Ethan didn't even know existed. He'd heard of sorcerers and magicians, but this... this was on another level. For the first time after coming to this world, Ethan felt like a small child. He wanted to learn everything.
He swept the leftover ink and paper bits into a pile, careful not to disturb the talismans. The old woman watched him, her sharp eyes following his every move. It made his skin crawl. "Don't go getting any ideas, boy," she snapped, her voice weary but still sharp.