Chapter 52
Damien Bloodbane didn't flinch. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes flicking across the spatial weave in front of him. It was dense. Complex. A spell that could freeze a wyvern in flight.
"Hmm. Not bad," he murmured inwardly. "A classic mana-lock. Triple layered. Compression ward with a reinforced containment shell. Should hold most people."
He reached into the air, fingers tracing an invisible symbol only he could feel. His mana shifted. Twisted.
"Mana runes to embody specific attributes. I wonder if it'll work."
Damien Bloodbane's eyes narrowed as he carefully shaped his mana into a crude ghost-shaped rune. It shimmered faintly in front of his chest before sinking into his body.
Immediately, he felt a ripple pass through him.
The sensation was bizarre.
It was like dipping into cold mist. His body lightened. His steps lost weight. His reflection blurred.
He smiled.
"Ethereal mode," he thought. "Not bad."
And then—
