After some study, Arthur concluded the arrays were nonfunctional.
Beli had grasped the basics of runes but not their deeper mechanisms. The designs, though intricate, lacked the precision needed to harness magic. Arthur exhaled through his nose, setting the leather aside.
He glanced around the room, his eyes scanning for any trace of dark magicules. Nothing stirred in the air. "Is Beli with us right now?" He asked, his voice measured.
Fedlimid paused, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. "I don't know." he admitted. "Dark magic is the kind of stuff I'm unstable on. Lately, I've had to really focus to even see him." He narrowed his eyes, concentrating on the empty space around them. After a tense moment, he nodded slowly. "Yes, he is."
Arthur's mind drifted to a memory of Seisyll, a year ago, raising a black bird from the dead with a casual gesture, its feathers shimmering with unnatural life.
He frowned, swearing silently to himself.
