Raziel had exactly ninety-six hours before Elector Mordecai arrived at St. Celeste with his own Eye of Judgment.
The Elector commanded the entire Inquisition and definitely packed several perception crystals in his luggage.
Raziel stole one crystal from Marius and knew the Elector would use another one to scan the tournament participants.
"Shit," Raziel muttered in the dark.
He locked the East Basement workshop door and skipped every mandatory theology class to train eighteen hours a day.
He stood in front of the heavy stone slates with Zorya because he needed to learn genuine standard runes.
He had to use pure blue mana and keep the geometric lines completely free of gold and black veins or biological eyes.
"Force the energy through the upper circuits of your arms,"
Zorya instructed and tapped his shoulder with her wooden ruler.
"Keep the mana away from your core."
Raziel pushed the neutral mana up to his shoulders.
