Bruce and Fawcett watched the cover in the brazier. The flames slowly consumed its edges, but only burned away a few frayed bits more thoroughly. The cover itself remained unchanged. Even when they took it out of the coals, it bore no scorch marks.
Fire, water, knives...
Bruce and Fawcett tried every way they could think of to destroy the cover. They even ate lunch while waiting, yet the cover remained utterly unchanged, impervious to everything.
"This..."
Bruce and Fawcett exchanged looks. It seemed conventional methods could not destroy the cover that served as the magic's foundation. Bruce rubbed his chin. They had exhausted every means at their disposal, but still could do nothing to it.
Breakthrough was no help in this regard. It offered no hints at all.
"Still, there's one method I haven't tried."
An idea flashed through Bruce's mind. He had yet to try his innate ability, Divine Might, on it. He wondered whether it would work as his fingers brushed the cover.
Bruce knew for certain that Divine Might could affect the casting of magic. But Divine Might targeted people, and people were the ones who used magic; influencing them meant influencing their magic. This was his first time using it directly on a spell.
Still, he had to try and see whether there was any reaction.
Divine Might!
An invisible force of intimidation bore down on the notebook's cover.
Fawcett glanced at Bruce in surprise. This was the first time he had seen Bruce display such an ability. Although it was invisible, Fawcett could still perceive something emanating from Bruce: an intimidating force.
That force was weak, but the feeling was familiar to Fawcett.
It was the intimidation of a god, a godlike majesty-the feeling he had experienced only when praying to a god as