“It’s a deer spell. We’re not really invisible—I’m projecting an image of what’s around us. Anything that blundered through it would walk right into us like you almost did.” The effort of the spell robbing him of his usually chipper attitude. The obsidian chains at his feet were broken now, and whatever property they had to suppress the use of his magic had apparently broke with it. Strange, it looked like they had been melted on their ends.