章 59: Breath of Hope

"I must warn you, I'm not familiar with dark magic--this would be better suited for someone like Tristan to teach you...but I fear that man would do something abhorrent."

--Can't say I disagree with you there.

They stood atop the unwavering leaves of the colossal Grandfather Tree, standing alongside the sea of clouds that inhabited the mana-rich skies. With them, Donatien had brought an ashen gray grimoire, thick enough to be impossible to cut through with the sharpest of blades, at least by normal human standards.

Flipping the mysterious book containing knowledge of the arcane, the lanky man made Ren face the opposite way from the house, having him aim the spell towards the endless acres of nature that stretched across the valley.

"Listen well and repeat after me."

Donatien commanded with a tone that left no room for questioning, only a complete and silent understanding.

"Hear me, those who seek the absence of light,"