Cap 1644: Selfishness
Pov Davoth:
I was on the ground, as God should not need to breathe, yet I can't stop panting as if my lungs were not able to get enough air to sustain my life, weakness took over my entire body while keeping my eyes open became an effort of pure determination.
My arms on the other hand, I will have to get new ones, they were vaporized by the sealing ritual, I was in this state for hours, yet I improved very little, the Universal Golem I carry does not nourish me as perfectly as a natural universe would do to its Primordial God.
"(That should be enough power by now...)" (me)
"< Death Magic: Signaling >" (me)
During all this time, I accumulated energy as I was recovering, all to traffic this simple magic, using my tongue to draw in the air and blood like ink floating inches from my face, a magic circle appears, the most basic of death magics used by their Priests to signal places where death normally does not reach.