Kazi appeared quietly in Marta's room, his presence almost unnoticed. The big room was filled with sketches of magic circles, roughly detailed and scattered across the floor. Marta sat in the midst of them, her prosthetic legs folded awkwardly beneath her. She was muttering to herself, deep in study.
"Echoes… Echoes… two precise layers of magic circles that combine into one. Worth four magic circles and exceedingly difficult… there can't be a millimeter of difference," Marta put a pencil on her ear, her brow furrowed. "So stupid…"
The sketches of magic circles were genuinely well done. Paper and pen were high-quality. 'Must have asked Elena to get the paper.'
Her prosthetics weren't worn. She was comfy and at home. He saw burnt patches on fire. Ha, Kazi didn't know why but he was proud of her.
