Nebulous Cabin
"Even that didn't work…?" Melisandre questioned.
"I think I understand what's going on," Emilio said, holding his hand to his chin.
"Yeah? I'm all ears," Everett said, waving his hand from the sparks of pain.
Looking at the colossal seal of fog around the area, Emilio explained what he'd come to understand, "I'm not experienced in this, but I read about it in my journal recently…this is a barrier spell—specifically something made from runes or inscriptions."
"I could've told ya that much," Everett added.
"That's not just it," Emilio continued, "Spells like this can be altered and have their properties altered to strengthen in some ways and weaken in others. It's a sort of law of equivalent exchange."
"Is that why it doesn't actually harm us when we touch it?" Melisandre asked.