You never forget the first time

Two weeks later, Kay was practicing one specific rune from his Grimoire,

This was, perhaps, his most useful magic, but it also was complicated and difficult to use in battle.

He rested his hand, his breathing labored, as he eyed the tree ahead of him, bound by blood. It was also rotting, slowly, but it was happening.

He spat.

The Blood Bind he was trying to work on was not supposed to corrode it’s target, but he couldn’t get that part right.

Taking the knife, he made another incision on the palm of his hand, drew a magic circle on another tree, this time he tried to alter the runic array to something different than what was on the book, and proceeded to draw the same runes with his blood-empowered Mana.

The red bindings emerged from within the tree and Kay felt the connection almost immediately.

He smirked.

The spell was, originally, a curse that rotted the opponent from the insides, in a way that consumed the Mana from both around and from within the target. That was why he needed to