The book felt heavy in my hands, I had spent a while just looking at it, trying to understand the spell, but it remained locked. They weren't just lines on paper, it was an intricate puzzle. After a day of watching my muscles fail me, I was about to discover how it felt when my mind did the same.
"Focus on the pattern." I muttered to myself, settling deeper into the chair in Damian's library. "Find the logic in this."
I closed my eyes, trying to imagine the patterns moving as my intuition suggested they should. In my mind, I pictured the loops rotating, the lines extending and contracting, the dots pulsing with light. But the moment I set everything in motion, the mental image collapsed into chaos.
Opening my eyes, I glared at the page. "What am I missing?"
