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CHAPTER 257. The Spirit of Recognition
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The silence that followed was not natural. It was the silence of a world holding its breath.

Caster lay on the cold floor, still half-blinded from the explosion of light. The golden shard had stopped glowing.

It rested near his hand, cracked down the center, smoke curling from its fractured surface. Eidric knelt beside him, runes flickering weakly. “Spellbound! Speak.”

Caster’s breathing was shallow. He could still hear the echo of that voice, his father’s voice, but not quite human. Slowly, he pushed himself up. “He touched me.”

Eidric tilted his skull. “Who?”

“My father,” Caster whispered. “Or what’s left of him.”

The Archivist’s voice darkened. “The echo?”

Caster nodded slowly. His eyes were unfocused, haunted. “It called me Spellbound like it knew me, like it recognized the resonance in my mana.”

Eidric’s runes flared with a cold light. “Be cautious. The Skell Plane knows your bloodline now. It will not forget the taste.”

But Caster barely heard him. The shard pulsed faintly, a l
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