The ground undulated as vines slithered, dragging corpse fragments deep underground. Wayne wiped away nonexistent sweat from his forehead. The Book of Greed shifted its gaze from the eye of Nature, and the knowledge of Nature retreated from his body, returning his mana to its original pure white.0

He only knew basic magic—the most fundamental kind. He had never studied the spells of the Church of Nature, and even if he did, he wouldn’t be able to cast them.0

Silvia had said that the more advanced spells were marked by faith, belonging exclusively to the Church of Nature. Only those who followed the Goddess of Nature could use them. Without faith in the goddess, he had used natural magic through the Book of Greed without the established incantations. Through pure thought—the self in the hexagram—he had...0