Bab 951: Graceful Monolith (1)

The great tug on Skullius came at the best possible moment.

The Hybrid Luman felt the difference in the two grips which exercised fierce dictation over his Projected form. One was more magical – powered by some phenomenal application of mana that simply ignored the fact that he was immaterial – something he wasn't familiar with, while the other... the other was as though someone was using [Evil Darkness Meshing] on him. There was a more refined sort of control in the pull that dragged him towards the surviving net of trees.

Odd. To think there was someone else who could finely control [Evil Darkness]...or was it simply that they had an affinity in darkness that encroached on the territory of the Insurgent Magnus' own version a little?

Skullius wasn't sure, but he wasn't too keen to understand it right now.

While watching the distance grow between himself and the old woman, the Projected Luman hadn't decided to stay and thank his helper.