Summary: The experiment seemed to progress with...Shining results.
Featured Character: Phoebus; Jolinar
~XXXVI.~
He'd been working hard all morning and he was sure that Mistress Marence and the other instructors would be pleased with his spell. He'd figured in every possible variable and outcome, which had taken him all night to do, and was ready to cast it.
His goal was a spell that would take the life force of the Undead and convert it into energy for the living, whether one person or a party of people. It would revolutionize the way mages explored crypts with skeletons and vampires and draugr lurking about!
Phoebus checked his books - just one more time - and cast the spell.
Instantly the entire college went dark.
"APOLLUS!"
"Opes..." Phoebus quickly stuffed his glowing hand into his robe, except then he realized that hadn't been the only thing glowing.
Enthir, Master Tolfdir, and Mistress Aren appeared at the doorway to his room.
"By Azura, what have you done?" The Illusion Mistress's eyes widened.
Enthir prodded the glowing Imperial in the arm. "And why are you...glowing?"
Tolfdir 'hmmd' and shook his head. "He seems to have absorbed all the light in the College, and possibly Winterhold, as well."
Enthir and Mistress Aren gaped at the old Nord, but Phoebus only hung his head.
So much for accounting every variable. He should've had a zombie present for testing, maybe at least it would've been the one burning like a sun.