“Don’t look at me like that, Hadjar,” Serra said when Nero handed her the telescope.
“It seems like all your spells are under the seal of your blood oath, Serra.”
“Most of them.” She shrugged. “And those that aren’t—well, they’re useless to you. Without a base to work from, you’ll just get confused or even harm yourself.”
Hadjar sighed heavily but didn’t argue. For several months, he had repeatedly asked Serra to teach him at least a few spells, but she’d always refused. As it turned out, the Master of the Underworld City demanded a blood oath from his disciples. This oath was in place to insure that they would never teach anyone without his permission being granted first.
“The protection is weak here,” the caster whispered quietly. The three of them were hiding in the bushes not far f
