Two days after the high arcanists isolated the foreign ether inside Liam's channels, he had decided that being forbidden from using his own ether was intolerable.
Apparently, this was not persuasive enough to make anyone change the restriction.
The corruption had been contained, surrounded by several layers of formations designed to prevent it from reaching deeper into his channels or interacting freely with Arik's ether through their bond. Every few hours, another arcanist arrived to inspect it. Every few hours, Liam asked whether they could remove it yet.
The answer remained no.
So Liam had found something else to do.
He sat sideways on a couch in Arik's dressing room with one leg tucked beneath him, a tablet resting against his thigh and a stylus moving steadily across the screen while attendants prepared the adjoining chamber for the oath.
