A/N:

I feel like a broken record. Write big chapter. Split up, make small chapter. Lmao. Though this time it was less due to the word count and more the fact my shoulder has been hurting really bad all day lol. Plus, I'm trying my hardest to get back on a proper sleep schedule.

Oh we are definitely going over 50 Chapters. I have so many lovely things planned.

:)

Phillip closed the cover of his journal, before stretching his arms. His left hand had begun to become numb from poor penmanship - it wasn't used to writing, and especially not for long periods. Regardless, a diary entry was a nice way to start the day. It was a peaceful morning, Currant was perching on his shoulder, he was sipping on a cup of tea, and sunlight was beginning to stream in through the nearby window.

After a small stretch, he began to doodle. He'd already written a diary entry, but he was in the mood to try and do a little bit of art. He remembered loving drawing as a kid, it was a good way to unwind. He put his journal away in a filing cabinet, but underneath was already a piece of paper. On which, he'd begun sketching out potential glyphs. Attempting to brute force the Fire Glyph purely based on the way the other 3 Glyphs looked in comparison to the 4 Titan Glyphs.

He shook his head, this was no time to play like a child. There was still work to be done. Drawing a few more ideas, until his mind ran dry. Putting his pen down, he grumbled. The room was far too dark, he needed more sunlight in here. As he opened the window from his chair, his left elbow rested against the table… On the piece of paper. Which, promptly, was engulfed in a pluff of flame.

"Bloody hell!" He squeaked, clutching his elbow. He patted out the flames on the now torched bandages - this was all he needed, more damage to his left arm. He ran to a nearby bathroom and ran his stump under some cold water. As he did, he just realized…He'd done it! He discovered the Fire Glyph. He knew this was a long-shot, he couldn't actually believe it paid off.

As soon as he was clean, he drew another fire glyph on a fresh sheet of paper. To make sure it wasn't a fluke. He stood back, and tapped it against his index finger - and the page immediately erupted into a burst of flame he put out with a damp towel.

This was a massive success! He'd discovered all 4 magical glyphs, whether King liked it or not…

The rest of the day was spent constructing a spell reverse-engineering…spell. He'd think of a catchier name later. But with all 4 glyphs in hand, it wasn't too hard. Then, he casted the spell on the Coven Branding Glove - which spat out a seemingly incomprehensible spell recipe.

Quickly sketching it down, thanks to his keen eye it wasn't impossible to figure out what it was doing. Evidently, the way the Gloves worked was that it constricted certain types of magic coming out of the Bile Sac - depending on the Coven. Aside from the Emperor's Coven sigil, which out the mechanisms in place to constrict magic but didn't do anything with it.

He was rather rusty at constructing his own spells, so it took a few hours for him to construct a proper counter-spell - but by sundown he did. Transforming the branding glove into an…unbranding glove. Ugh, ironically branding was something he was very much not good at.

Looking at the Palisman on his shoulder with a confident smile, confidently stating "We did it, Currant!" to which she gave a content nod. Of course, they couldn't just keep this to themselves! Currant took flight, swiftly flying downstairs to see Amity and her parents - who were all just relaxing in the living room. Not for long, as she took a deep breath and let out a loud "CAW!"

Darius jumped, Amity had to stifle a scream, and Alador just went "Oh, good morning Currant."

Now that she had their attention, she flew back to Phillip's room. Clearly sending the signal for them to follow - to which they swiftly did. The group honestly thought it might be an emergency, but they let out a sigh of relief when it wasn't. But when they learned what it was? Well… Amity, the one who trusted him the most, was ecstatic. But Alador, who just barely trusted him, and Darius, who didn't trust him further than he could throw him, weren't exactly thrilled.

"This glove, if I'm correct, is able to remove Coven Sigils!" As Phillip said this, he slid it on his hand. "I just need a test subject to make sure it works! I…planned to do it on myself, but…" He held up the stump where his right forearm once was.

The group momentarily stared at each other, not sure what to do. Amity, of course, would - she trusted him, but she didn't have a Coven Sigil. After a moment, Darius stepped forward. "I'll do it." He stated, his voice booming and arms crossed. He still didn't trust Belos - he wanted to protect his family, and if anyone got hurt he wanted it to be him.

Staring Belos stone cold in the eye, Phillip grabbed ahold of Darius' wrist. Immediately, a strange wave of heat flew up his veins…Which was explained by how the Sigil on his wrist seemed to be engulfed by flame and turning to dust. It was gone!

While it was cosmetically gone, there was only one way to truly be sure. Unfortunately, Darius didn't exactly remember much non-abomination magic, since it'd been so long since he performed any. Let's see…

Oh! He remembered one. A spell that would fill an empty glass with water. He learned it back in magic kindergarten and somehow stuck in his mind. Grabbing a nearby mug and chugging the remaining few sips of coffee. Before taking a deep breath and holding out his index finger - trying to cast said spell…

It worked! The cup filled up with water. "Phillip, you did it!" Amity said, with a gasp.