The realm was proving to be utterly insane to Isiah. He had discovered that even the microscopic trace of Divine Energy dormant within his core held immense value here, and in taking down the vampire, he had absorbed a surge of raw dark energy that far surpassed anything he had previously wielded. He was already ascending to a significantly higher rank as a mage.
'Back home, I wasn't even classified as a proper spellcaster,' Isiah mused, a bitter edge to his thoughts. 'But that doesn't matter anymore. Now I am far worse. I will force myself to master this fucking language so I can decode this grimoire, and once I do, no entity will ever stand in my way... No one will even dare speak to me.'
