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Caius sank deep into the Trial's core. Arcane scripts flashed past him, but he didn't even try to understand them. They were the arcane scripts written by a being at or beyond the Twelfth Circle and were beyond Caius's current level. Besides, understanding the magic behind the trial wasn't why he was here.
Caius landed at the depths of the Trial's core, surrounded by the indecipherable arcane scripts, and saw Athenodora on her knees just as she was outside the Trial's core, except that here, her fingers weren't bleeding chains of blood to connect her to the oval blood pool.
Caius let this mental representation of himself within the Trial's core become infused with the magic of the Ritual his body was still chanting. The spell didn't work by battling the Trial's magic. It would be impossible to combat the Magic of the dimension and win. At least, impossible for any mortal.
