To all Aether-Calibrators, Thaumaturgical Meddlers, and those nose-deep in leyline extrapolations they barely understand,
Be advised: the early archives—specifically Codices II through VII—have undergone refinement. Fabrisse Kestovar, Apprentice Calibrator and Reluctant Protagonist of this increasingly unstable chronicle, has been afforded an upgrade (no, not in charisma—perish the thought).
His cognition now bears sharper edge and structure: improved analytical faculties, more distinct patterns of deduction, and a few neuroquirks he was always due, such as mild photic sensitivity, habitual cheek-biting, and the rhythmic tapping of his satchel as though interrogating it for forbidden truths. He would never admit it, of course.
Furthermore, there are now enhanced litho-logical observations regarding the Eidralith, and Fabrisse’s entirely reasonable suspicions as to how such a thing might operate beneath all the dramatic glow and screaming nonsense.
The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.
If your memory has gone the way of unshielded parchment in a flareburst, I recommend a revisit. The clues were always there.
That is all. Return to your sigils. Check latest chapters at novel-fire.net
Translation: I have updated the earlier chapters to sharpen Fabrisse’s analytical thinking and mold more distinct reasoning and cognitive patterns for him, as well as adding quirks he’d reasonably have, like light sensitivity and the tendency to tap the side of his satchel and bite the side of his cheek.
The first chapters (2~7) now have some cool (and rock-related) insights regarding the Eidralith and how Fabrisse suspects it might reasonably work. Feel free to re-read them to refresh your knowledge.
Also, we have now firmly passed 100,000 words (not the reason why the Announcement was made, but cool nonetheless).