386 Unhappy Rebels

The quiet night had given Wolfe the time to refine the inscription on his blade to the point where it was giving off a palpable aura of threat within half a metre of him but not flooding the area with a sense of power.

He had found a portion of the Inheritance in the second-year group of spells to mask the emanations to some degree, but he didn't have the time to work on layering it with the attack inscription, and it wouldn't hide the sense of power, only of danger.

The spell was intended to mask the power of utility objects so that they didn't disturb the peace, which seemed like a noble goal, but Wolfe was far enough from everyone in the sleeping camp that he had been able to avoid that while he worked.

That pleasant silence was broken just after noon by the sound of approaching armoured vehicles.