What did it feel like to be watched by magic?
Will could not have explained it before, but now he experienced it firsthand. Whether it was because of Nefertari or simply the nature of natural magic, every hair on his body stood on end.
It felt as though the entire world was watching him, its attention seeping into every corner, with countless people spying on him from all directions.
As though heaven and earth themselves bore him malice.
Through his Sight, Will stared at Nefertari's shadowy magic. Its flow differed from every form of magic he had ever seen. Even Voldemort's Diary seemed like a holy relic compared to her.
Nefertari's magic existed in a state of ordered chaos. Taken as a whole, the shadowy magic appeared to follow a certain order as it dissipated very slowly, accompanied by an icy chill.
"Pharaoh, I have fulfilled your request." Will slowly bowed.
"You can see me?" An ethereal, hollow voice sounded beside Will's ear. He clearly saw the flowing magic weave itself into the form of a spell.
Apparently, even after becoming magic, this Pharaoh still had to cast spells this way.
Is her form imperfect? The thought suddenly occurred to Will. No, it must be imperfect.
"I sense that you are thinking something offensive about me."
Will started. She could even sense that? Wait, did she know Legilimency?
"Do not be surprised. This is what it means to be a god. Your thoughts are not entirely concealed. You are interesting. Before my Ascension, I did not think you were of much use, but now I feel an inexplicable goodwill toward you."
"Originally, the one who arranged the Ritual should not have been allowed to leave alive..."
Nefertari's voice, woven from magic, carried a cold, appraising tone that sent Will's heart