The nature of rune magic was similar to normal magic, with some differences, as Valarie explained.
Damon let the fire die down. The air was damp, heavy with moisture, and soon enough, night would fall.
Evangeline and Sylvia moved around the clearing, casting the nightlight spell on everyone—except Damon, who could already see in the dark.
Even Sylvia's self-made night vision spell was unnecessary for him.
He had once considered using that spell in battle. His version, enhanced by his shadow attribute, could cause temporary blindness—an edge in close combat.
But it wasn't practical. His battles were far too fast-paced for spells that needed time to cast.
He shook off the minor distractions. Valarie waited patiently, her ghostly lips laying on the ground until everyone had adjusted to the light.
"Rune magic was created by the Unknown God, as I already mentioned earlier. However," she paused, her voice soft and serious, "I didn't tell you that without reason."
