Though Holland's unfamiliar with the term cantrip, the context is easy enough to grasp.
He makes a small, non-committal hmm, absorbing the information. A day ago, he had sacrificed his own magic to seal away a shadow king, leaving him powerless and dying. Today, his magic has returned, at least enough to blacken his eye and let him use one small piece of his blood magic to free someone trapped in the wreckage. But the other man is right; there's a blockage. He can feel it, like a damp mist over his skin, quashing his magic.
The fog is too thick to see beyond the campus they've found themselves on, but the thing that draws his eye is the massive clocktower in the middle of it all, a basilisk of stone wrapped around it.
"Interesting that you say blocked and not drained," Holland observes, thoughtful. "If it was a case of there simply being no magic here, it would be easy to diagnose. Instead, people with magic are finding themselves unable to access it. I wonder if there's a technology here that's blocking it."
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He makes a small, non-committal hmm, absorbing the information. A day ago, he had sacrificed his own magic to seal away a shadow king, leaving him powerless and dying. Today, his magic has returned, at least enough to blacken his eye and let him use one small piece of his blood magic to free someone trapped in the wreckage. But the other man is right; there's a blockage. He can feel it, like a damp mist over his skin, quashing his magic.
The fog is too thick to see beyond the campus they've found themselves on, but the thing that draws his eye is the massive clocktower in the middle of it all, a basilisk of stone wrapped around it.
"Interesting that you say blocked and not drained," Holland observes, thoughtful. "If it was a case of there simply being no magic here, it would be easy to diagnose. Instead, people with magic are finding themselves unable to access it. I wonder if there's a technology here that's blocking it."