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Divining.

This was a technique only available to Diviners, individuals that hailed from the Energy Forming category of classes.

Generally, Energy Forming referred to the ability to freely harness energies in order to not only wield it, but to listen and gain information from it, communicate with it and to derive its origin.

Form and Arma Users mainly dealt with application and thus their use of energies was more superficial when compared to the intense and in-depth quality of utilisation that came with Energy Forming.

This wasn’t enough to shed more light on Energy Forming still.

Divining usually started with requiring contact with specific items to gain any semblance of a trace of history or in higher level circumstances, the future.

One would either taste, feel, see or hear details of what they were trying to divine.

For most when starting, it wasn’t a choice as whatever they managed to grasp, they held onto.

As Diviners grew, they could more easily search for what they wanted, though contact with something that referred them to the time and place they required was also needed.

It was only when one transcended a large gulf that they would graduate from this and begin to appreciate Divining at a level where they no longer needed to come into contact with anything to divine.

Damilla was at a sufficiently high stage of Divining as she could freely choose which sense she wished to connect to when divining however, she preferred to experience everything through sight, with the other senses being outside of her comfort zone._.

Back at the College of the Esteemed, Damilla had used the heated air around the library to try and get the overview of what had happened as it seemed that a fire type spell had been used.

This was also her way of trying to transcend using objects as conduits for her Divining.

However, she had found nothing. Everything kept turning dark after a certain point in the chaotic scenes she saw.

She had then tried to use the building, the burnt ground and even some of the people who had been there at the scene as well as the corpse of the Knight who had ‘saved’ Skullius, but all to no avail.

The result was the same.

Now, however, it was different. At least she hoped so.

She had the permission to touch Skullius and use him to find out what really went on.

The reason such a thing required permission was because it could be… uncomfortable for the victim of Divining.

Damilla laid her thumb on Skullius’ forehead and took a deep breath.

She was really curious to find out.

Perhaps her persistence on the matter was just an annoyance that would turn out to be unfounded.

Even Terian doubted if there was anything useful they could find on Skullius which made her incredibly angry.

‘Senile fool!’ she thought.

At the same time, Skullius was sweating internally.

This was it.

This could be the thing that did the thing that ended up with the thing he didn’t want!

And what bigger of a thing did he see other death and worse yet, meeting his half-maker again.

Somanda.

‘Should I try to lie? No! That would probably not work. They intend on doing this wierd thing to me either way!’

Skullius didn’t know what Divining was exactly, but he could kind of get what Erkus had said.

All he knew was, some mysteries about him were about to be revealed, which he didn’t like at all. That was extremely dangerous!

‘Damn it! How much will she be able to find out?! Will she see that I’m actually a skeleton with fake flesh?! Will she see what I’ve been up to since yesterday? Or since I got here?! No! That can’t happen! Should I use [Basic Evil Invasion]?!’ Skullius thought, his eyes darting towards Terian whose eyes were flashing down at him like a tower light, devoid of the same accusing glint as Damilla’s but vividly paying attention.

The term Mage to Skullius was unrecognisable when he first came to Aigas, but with some clarification from Frock, Skullius had gotten to know of a likely substitute that he was familiar with.

Spell caster.

Back in Deadmanland, Somanda had many spellcasting undead at the level of Death Knights or higher under his command and since he figured that these were pretty similar to Mages, he had managed to understand what a Mage was capable of.

‘Damn it!’

And he didn’t like it.

This guy, Terian, could probably tell if and when he used a skill, which would just make Skullius appear more suspicious.

Furthermore, everyone in here had a blue core with the exception of the City Lord.

On top of this, Damilla and Terian’s cores shone like mini suns, flaring with an intensity of elites.

This wasn’t a situation he could escape from.

‘The only card left for me to play now is probably to just try to explain whatever this woman sees, right? The great story-teller Skullius can easily swindle anyone with words right?!’

Skullius didn’t believe his own words.

Mana surged from Damilla as she activated her Divining.

Her eyes turned white as she peeked into the past, her vision travelling through the folds of restrictions that stood protectively around sounds and sights of what had already passed.

Skullius waited anxiously, beginning to feel like something was being rattled within him.

He began to sweat and it seemed like his body was being heated and shaken up by an unknown force.

Everything he experienced didn’t extend beyond that though, but it was definitely not something one would be comfortable experiencing.

Skullius could partly ignore much of it as he couldn’t feel what dealt on his body, but some of it seemed to rattle even his soul!

He peeked at Damilla’s face and saw her frowning and tossing her head this way and that.

She seemed to be having difficulties navigating and searching for what she wanted to find.

Skullius didn’t know whether or not to celebrate.

For the time being, he could only rejoice at seeing Damilla seemingly not find anything.

Would his fortune coming in clutch?

Damilla frowned deeper and deeper as she looked in until she finally reeled in shock, backing away hurriedly from Skullius!

She gazed at him with wide eyes which caused the Discount Human to want to bet it all on one move that could possibly let him escape!

Mana was beginning to churn in his core.

Terian, Erkus and Silrat narrowed their eyes and paid attention to Damilla.

They didn’t immediately go hostile on Skullius as they weren’t sure what Damilla had seen.

The woman with short, blonde hair turned pale.

“You…. what in the world are you?!”

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