A lie.
Everything Uriel knew about magic was a lie.
Thoryl had not only trapped his pack's lineal talent and turned it into a ticking time bomb, he had also entirely falsified every piece of knowledge within the guide.
The only reason Uriel even wielded magic was his talent. His talent was so mighty that he had somehow made sense of all the lies within the guide and reached magic's gates.
But the amount of potential left behind was… beyond words.
Had he not gotten stuck in the cave and had his core and rings shattered by the Sin, he would have been crippled in a way hard to describe.
"Haha!"
His tunic, the pills, his mage tool, the cards—it was all a trap. They were all ticking time bombs.
…
"…"
It took a while for Uriel to stop laughing, and it took even longer for his aura to vanish once again—and longer still for his temper to simmer down.
He decided not to think about it. If he did, he feared his soul might collapse.
