The Arke complied, and the rune patterns on her darkness and fire arms rearranged into the runes of her tier five Battle Mage spell, Cruel Sun.
The pressure of keeping the spell at the ready disappeared from her mind, her full focus restored.
"As I suspected." Baba Yaga studied the runes on the Arke's arms. "This is a Traughen bloodline ability. You can use it to store all kinds of spells and arrays."
"What else can I do?" Zoreth asked.
"This is enough for today, child." The coldness of Yaga's voice brooked no argument. "I have no interest in mentoring you. I did what I had to do to test a theory and assess your potential.
"Now we know. Until you decide your path, I can't afford to nurture someone who might develop into a threat to my work." She paused, her eyes and words boring into Zoreth's head ominously. "Do you need me for something else, Solus?"
"No, Malyshka." Solus gave her a deep bow. "Sorry for bothering you. Next time I'll be more careful."
