motions, emotions he had locked away for so long.

t my father? Selling me to those men... every n

mething else: faces he didn't recognize, places he had

opened, vision bl

My neck hurts, and it feel

ly, a pair of bulging eyes became clear, staring right at him. Now

ed, facing death again!" Raze thought. "If I were to die, I

garments, his face obscured, leaving only

ssed his hands again

y Pub

like having your

losion, no reaction from his assailant, w

using that spell? Damn it...

lt consciousness slipping away. Yet, he sens

ell take effect? T

corner of his eye, he grabbed it, thrusting it into

naline numbed the pain. He pulled out the shard, stabbing repeatedly

felt oppressive. He waited for strength to return before s

if he might collapse. After a few moments, the

than Raze's inflicted wounds. Raze had seen en

this time. Examining his hands, the smooth skin told a story. They

actually worked.

to tell without looking at himself in a mirror. "I had my doubts about that book, but it worked!" Raze mused. "Th

d him. His first experience in this new body h

ad water-damaged floorboards and moldy walls. Crude wooden utensils and half-

e middle of a me

enage boy, each bearing fatal wounds. The memories suggested they were his ne

kely by the man who tri

y names, which seemed pointless, but not their lives

Raze," he pondered. "Or perhaps the spel

g, and focusing, The veins were popping at the side of his head, but there was nothin

e mused. 'It's because this boy doesn't possess a mana c

of magic, and he'd have to embark on the long hard journey from scratch. The painstaking years he invested t

be a blessing. Had he inhabited a body with a pre-existing mana cor

of time flowed, he gravitated towards the Dark Attribute. It was an arcane form of magic, pursued by few mages. He became an enigma as

is proficiency in Dark magic would always remain somewhat lacking.

e settled into a meditative posture on the cold ground. Using the blood oozing

apricious act of fate. Upon a mage crafting their core - the bedrock of all

hadn't been made. Consuming spicy dishes could kindle fire, while a perilous fall from a great height might awaken wind m

erated through the air. "Is this fate's own design? I

ation deepened. The ambient energy seemed to dance, twirlin

rging near his heart - the cradle for a mage's mana cor

ched its crescendo. Nested within Raze was

d open, gleamin

Magus, has