In order to analyse the spell, she said she needed to ask a friend, which she did by opening a tear in the air, a giant eye staring through. She held up the scroll, the eye focused on it, then the tear healed up, a piece of parchment drifting into her hand from where it had been.
"What was that?"
"My friend, he lives outside of existence, sort of."
"Sort of? What do you mean 'sort of'?"
"He lives in a different... Wait, who wrote this spell?"
"I did."
"But he says he did!"
Nice to know your own future.
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