The wards around the containnt ring didn’t shatter, but unraveled like silk threads loosening under a sudden draft.
The stone was oddly warm. Fabrisse didn’t think the heat was magical, but more like the kind of warmth one felt when they held onto sothing for too long. It had human warmth. The stone was also denser and more weighty sohow, but he couldn’t tell if it was that different from a normal Stupenstone.
Then the System whispered.
[Stupenstone Reclaid — Emotional Loop Established]
Emotional mory Recovered: Determined Sha
Aetheric Object Classification: Aether-Imbued
Rarity: Epic (Soulbound to Fabrisse Kestovar)
✦ Passive Effect I: Shaflare-Linked Dexterity
– 2 DEX while equipped
– 7 DEX while casting Sha or Concordance-based spells
✦ Passive Effect II: Emotional Tether Thread
– Spell cooldowns reduced by 10% under high emotional pressure
– Duration of Concordance effects increased by 10%
[SYSTEM NOTE: This object now reflects your path not taken. Keep it close.]Bonus Objective Achieved: 1 SYN
Fabrisse staggered slightly, nearly overbalancing from the sheer emotional snap that echoed through him. A flash crossed behind his eyes.
A failed charm spell in his first year of Basic Thaumaturgy I. The laughter. The heat in his ears. The sound of parchnt tearing when he’d crumpled his own notes afterward.
The sha was distant now, but still sharp-edged.
And the stone rembered it too.
This stone is now a magical item? He didn’t know how rare an Epic item was, but a Glowing Stupenstone was very much not normal. Maybe I did crack open the latent aetheric consciousness of the Stupenstone.
You could be reading stolen content. Head to for the genuine story.
Too bad he couldn’t keep it. He just wanted to finish the quest with it and leave it be.
Hold on. Is ‘SYN’ Synaptic Clarity? I haven’t even unlocked that attribute yet.
“You’ve been standing still for a very long ti,” soone said. “Did it knock you into a trance, or were you composing a stanza again?”
Fabrisse quickly turned and slid the stone into his sleeve. Severa was a few steps away from him with folded arms and a rather judgntal look.
“Just thinking,” he said, taken aback at how calm he sounded. “I think we were right about sothing.”
Severa arched an eyebrow. “Which is?”
“And I think you were right,” he said, swallowing the last flicker of panic. “This thing doesn’t react to spells normally. It reacts to mory, but not intent. So it’s probably just a side effect of the aether, not part of any main casting channel.” He was careful not to say the word ‘Concordance’.
“I expected observable changes after you touch the stone, but I have not yet seen any,” Severa said.
Maybe you would have if you’d paid attention earlier . . .
“It was observable, but only to ,” he said.
“How do I know you’re not lying?” Severa sohow folded her arms even harder, if that made sense.
“I saw the vision. It responded. But not to now—to from before. I think it’s holding a resonance trace, not just a vague imprint, but sothing keyed to a strong emotion.”
“Did you get an emotional scenario in your head? For which emotion?”
He scratched the back of his head. “Embarrassnt.”
“Ah. Of course.”
“It’s not resonance-active. It’s emotion-reactive, and only once it recognizes that the person holding it has experienced that specific emotional wavelength before.”
“If that’s true,” Severa says slowly, “we could replicate the trigger by inducing parallel mories and creating a layered imprint.” Which, frankly, he had no idea how to do. He wasn’t even sure Severa could cast mory-binding spells at that level. That kind of work bordered on advanced cognitive Thaumaturgy—sothing only a Magus Exemplar or higher could reliably perform.
And Magus Exemplars weren’t just instructors. They were practically demigods within the institution, on par with departnt heads, theory architects, and the sort of people who could rewrite casting laws and get cited for it. Basically, the ranking goes like this: Magus-Student (the lowest tier), Magus, High Magus, Magus Instructant, High Magus Instructant, Magus Exemplar, High Magus Exemplar, Archmagus, and the highest of all, Thaumarch. There was no Thaumarch in the Synod, as there were only a maximum of three Thaumarch in the entire Order, and they handled more important matters than teaching students how to make fire.
Which is great! Maybe she can realize it’s impossible and give up now.
Severa lifted her head and stared at the ceiling, which was nothing but black. Sothing cold clicked into place before she spoke. He already knew what was coming.
“My father can do it,” she said.
Fabrisse kept his face very, very neutral. “Oh. Great.”
She gave him a slow smile. “And you will et him.”
He nearly dropped the stone again. “Montreal—”
“You owe access,” she said, stepping closer, her tone clipped but cool. “You promised sothing replicable. If this is a real path of attunent, then we can map it. My father will know how.”
Oh no. The Montreal patriarch.
Fabrisse didn’t answer right away. His sleeve felt heavier with the weight of the stone. Or maybe that was just dread.
“I—don’t think that’s a good idea to get more people involved,” he tried.
Severa arched a perfect brow. “You withheld the truth to get in here. I tolerated it. Now I’m asking for sothing reasonable in return.”
“eting your father is not reasonable.”
She smiled again, this ti with teeth. “You’ve faced the Eidralith. You’ll survive my father.”
That was highly debatable. The last ti soone said they’d ‘survive’ him, it was written in footnotes.
“Now,” she waved with her knuckles. “Would you please kindly put the stone back before anyone sees us?”
“Yes, of course.” He held the stone out, fingers curled slightly, just enough to delay. He’d touched it, felt its mory, and basically achieved resonance with it. There was nothing else to do.
Wait. If there’s nothing else to do . . . where’s the Quest Completion glyph notification?
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