Isaac's POV
Jovenor was working on the spell for what felt like an hour and did everything that he could to build something majestic. The artras present were all in agreement that the Artarak was too great a structure to rebuild with magic. It was far too advanced and complicated for someone to keep track of the different details that had been there. The ever-changing walls, the artificial intelligence, the magic that projected thoughts into the mind of the artras and laid out the map of the colossal facility.
Jeremy, if he was restored that is, was not going to be as powerful as he'd been. "Why wasn't the Artarak protected by a barrier?" I asked the wizard.
"Well, the Artarak was protected by all manner of spells. One of them was the fact that its location wasn't supposed to be known. For Travas to have known where it was, he must have been tracking the artras' movement for a long time. Secondly, the Artarak did have…"
