Back in the attic of the Eldridge Estate, Kai stood over his desk, a book open before him. The pages were filled with English script, the only written language he knew from his old world, and one he was certain no one in this realm could read. He tapped his fingers against the desk before drawing a thin barrier sigil across the top of the book. Then, cautiously, he opened a small glass jar and scooped out a tiny smear of the anti-magic paste he had purchased from the alchemist.
With careful precision, he applied the paste to the sigil. The moment the viscous substance touched the ink, the barrier shattered like brittle glass, the glow of its power vanishing into the air.
Kai exhaled a long breath of relief. "Good. It works."
