Soul Casting

Lord Griffon held for several hours, granting the army a chance to recover from the battle. I seized the opportunity to cast several healing spells, recovering enough of my mana by the time we broke camp to completely restore even the worst burns.

As I traced my fingers over the soft, new skin of my shoulder, I couldn't help but sigh. As predicted, the Sunpurge refused to respond to magic, its surface glowing gently and throbbing at the softest touch. Unlike traditional scars, it left my skin perfectly smooth and whole, yet laced with a series of golden lines and markings. It was similar to a tattoo, or the slave crest for that matter.