บท 392: Just A Spark

The storm that preceded the view of the floating staves was before Skullius once again as his sockets flared with a mix of thinly veiled excitement and apprehension.

The possibilities were what drove him but the dangers and or hazards of what he was about to try attempted to park him at the side.

Still, in the name of risks, he had to at least see what would happen.

As the compounded gravity within this space littered by shorter stone pillars bore down on him, [Epiphany]'s passive effect kicked in.

The effect essentially made sure that for every magical effect Skullius was subjected to, little sprinkles of information, the bare minimum knowledge on said effect would be transmitted into his mind.

This sounded incredibly powerful, but no, it wasn't.

Time as well as degree of exposure were two important factors that made the skill a patience generating phenomenon or simply an invitation to get oneself killed while trying to learn something.