Sunny was paralyzed for a few moments.
He tried to summon the runes several more times, but there was no result. The Spell did not respond to him, as though he was not one of its carriers at all. A part of him that had long become integral was simply gone.
The shock Sunny experienced at that moment was hard to describe.
After a while, he tried to calm his wildly beating heart and think things through.
'Calm down. Calm down. This is not the first time something like that happened…'
He had been cut off from the Spell once before, in the Red Colosseum. Back then, it was the result of Solvane's zealots using Hope's own sorcery to prevent the sacrificial slaves from escaping.
But there was no enchanted collar around his neck right now. And he was in the waking world, not inside an ancient theater built by a daemon.
More than that… the absence of the Spell felt much more profound this time, somehow.