Chapter 79

My hand grew heavy as veins of black rock snaked through my palm, numbing my sense of touch and turning my flesh into dead weight. My armor flickered out entirely.

The pouch fell from my grip and clattered to the ground next to Freddo, who groggily rubbed his head.

Think, Ash. This is invasive magic. I destroyed it in other people with the third-party smudges, I could do the same for myself. I tried to hook into it but couldn't. My magic merely chipped off flakes of the obsidian mass spreading like a pernicious weed through my body.

A man in a balaclava brushed past me. "Hand over the feather, old man." His low gruff voice was totally exaggerated to disguise his real one.

"BBQ," I said. My arm hung limply at my side, half of my forearm turning to stone thanks to Medusa magic.

The thief frowned. "Huh?"

Freddo, you betraying little douche baguette.

"Corn nuts, meathead." I grabbed for him, but the dead weight of my arm threw me off balance and he sidestepped me.