I gently touched the impact where the spell hit, noticing a distinct lack of pain. My muscles in general hurt, but not the area I was hit. I put a diagnosis spell on me, which didn’t help the slowly growing migraine of magical exhaustion, but it told me everything I already knew. Exhaustion, bruising on my back, several scrapes and cuts from the fight on the way here. No sign of anything near the location where I was hit. That led me to one conclusion. "The spell was an attack on my soul," I gravely pointed out. 