Liam took a deep breath and reached inward, searching for that familiar energy within him. His power, though restrained in this life, was still there—just buried. He had to remember.
The runes on the walls pulsed brighter, reacting to his magic. The hound hesitated, its snarling growing more aggressive as if sensing the shift in the air.
A word surfaced in Liam's mind, an incantation from a language he barely recognized. He didn't fully understand its meaning, but his instincts screamed at him to say it.
He raised his hand and spoke the word aloud.
A shockwave of magic exploded from his palm, slamming into the Nightmare Hound and sending it skidding backward. The creature let out an anguished howl before vanishing into a swirl of dark mist.
Liam stood there, panting, staring at his hand.
That magic… it was unlike anything he had cast before in this life. It felt natural, effortless. It wasn't just a spell—it was a memory resurfacing.
The Grand Wizard's magic.
