Thoughts fired inside Liam's brain, studying the spirit while connecting its details to everything he had learned and heard about the inheritance.
Now that Liam gave the spirit a proper look, he could see that it was dimmer than how he had been in the Trial of Lust, and his irregular, slightly distorted voice lit up a spiderweb of understanding inside him.
Liam didn't know what inheritance grounds were made of. He had no idea whether they all followed the same instructions, either. Theoretically, their structure was up to the expert who created them, meaning they could all be different.
In the Archbishop's case, his inheritance probably was a mixture of inscriptions and formations at a level Liam couldn't fathom. That peerless expert had created a whole world after all, a separate dimension, so figuring out its structure was beyond Liam, and not only because his specialization involved a different noble art.
