Reborn as Demon Sorcerer

RADS 24. First Nightmare

In the dimly lit inn room, the soft sound of Lyra's peaceful slumber filled the air. Sam lay on his bed, his mind buzzing with thoughts and plans. The revelation about the stolen spells embedded in the city's magical devices had ignited a determination within him. Just as Lyra had received the brooch from her brother, others must have acquired their magical artifacts from some source—a workshop, perhaps, or a clandestine dealer.

With this in mind, Sam formulated a plan. He would venture out into the bustling streets of Thaumapolis and ask random people about the origins of these enchanted items, following any leads that emerged.

Though it seemed like a crude and uncertain strategy, it was far better than sitting idle, lost in confusion. Sam understood that it might take quite some time to narrow it down, but he was driven by a relentless curiosity and a desire to unravel the mysteries surrounding the stolen spells.

With a resolute determination, he resolved to take action and navigate