Transmigration Into A World With Manna

Chapter 352

The candles were already burning when Caster entered the chamber. They lined the walls in uneven rows, fixed into iron brackets hammered directly into the stone.

No enchantments fueled them. No mana fed their flames. Each wick burned on oil alone, flickering low, casting thick shadows that pressed inward.

The room felt smaller than it should have been. Mirrored sigils covered the floor, the walls, and the ceiling.

They were etched shallow but precise, each one reflecting the next, forming a closed loop. The symbols did not glow. They waited.

Sikoa sealed the door behind him. The sound of stone locking into place echoed once, then died.

She checked the corridor seal again, palm pressed flat, eyes unfocused as she listened for movement beyond the wards. Nothing answered.

Solon stood near the center circle, sleeves rolled back, hands stained with alchemical residue.

Three stabilizer vials sat in a triangle around a low stone basin. Thin lines of powder connected them to the basin’s ri