“Let's start with agility.”
I inched the Hjördis towards my skin, closing my eyes as it made contact and expecting to feel an excruciating burn. The sensation was uncomfortable, but to my surprise, there was little pain. It created more of a sharp, stinging sensation against my arm. I drew the sigil carefully, watching the skin beneath the tip of the Hjördis turn a rich, indigo blue. When I'd finished, it looked as if I'd inked an intricate tattoo into my skin.
“Is that gonna stay there forever?” Conal asked, eyeing my arm with a frown.
“No. The power of the sigil fades. Each one will last for a period, dependent on how much of that specific ability has been expended during battle. The sigil drawn on the skin will fade away to nothing.”
I flexed my arm and rubbed at the mark, discoveri
