Chapter 180
Garrett hurried into the room, his head lowered as if a magical beast were at his heels. The female knight called out to him from behind, but Garrett ignored her, his pace quickening. Master Tolga’s concerned inquiry fell on deaf ears as Garrett nodded hastily without breaking his stride.
Elder Wood’s chuckle followed him, "Garrett, you haven’t returned the wooden staff yet..."
"Bernard, guard the door for ! Keep everyone out!" Garrett dashed into a guest room, the sa one he had occupied before, and slamd the door behind him. The two elders exchanged a puzzled glance, ready to jest at Garrett’s urgency, but their amusent turned to concern as they felt the energy shift in the air.
"This is..."
Elder Wood shot up from his seat, darting into Iris’s room to reclaim the oak staff. With a swift motion, he snatched it back as though reclaiming a stolen treasure before hurrying back. Not far from the guest room’s entrance, Master Tolga stood frozen, his face drained of color.
"What powerful fluctuations...?"
Instinctively, he moved to investigate, but halted as the barbarian positioned his bone club defensively. Elder Wood’s irritation mingled with amusent as he pulled the old mage back and gestured with his staff. A tendril of green grass broke through the soil at the door, swaying toward the interior of the guest room.
"...A potent elental vortex."
Elder Wood’s expression grew grave.
Within the room, he sensed not a person but a swirling miniature tornado, drawing in surrounding forces. He extended his hand, feeling the invisible elental wind coursing through his fingers, and watched as the hairs on his hand stood on end. The elental energies flowed freely into the guest room...
For a higher-level spellcaster, such disturbance might be insignificant. But Garrett, only a second-level priest and first-level mage, with the leaf on his oak staff still tender green—how could he generate such intense fluctuations during his advancent? Could he control them?
Control wasn’t even a consideration for Garrett. He seated himself on the bed, assuming an unorthodox ditation posture, and closed his eyes. In his mind’s eye, earth, water, fire, wind, and various elents shimred into existence one by one.
Translucent figures stood in the void, silently awaiting his command as forces from all directions poured in, filling his being.
This ascension was different from the serene ascent of a priest; it was turbulent, violent. Garrett concentrated, guiding the energies inward, arranging them ticulously. Around the translucent figure, the "shell" housing the elents grew stronger, with elental forces rippling silently between the outer shell and the core, awaiting further refinent.
His work wasn’t finished yet. Advancing as a formal mage required engraving a magic during ditation—a process of constructing a robust spell model within the "shell" and "core" using ntal power.
This magic could be learned or self-created. Self-created magics offered greater power and bypassed the need for materials or incantations, casting with a re thought. The engraved magic couldn’t exceed the mage’s previous level, though going a level lower wasn’t prohibitive, just wasteful. Typically, mages chose their highest-level mastered spell...
But which one should Garrett choose?
He pondered, considering his repertoire: magic tricks, mage armor, X-ray magic, ultrasound magic... Each flashed through his mind, attracting elental feedback, and dispersing at his command. Higher-level magic attracted stronger fluctuations, while self-created spells drew the strongest. Garrett’s focus shifted to burning hand, envisioning the convenience of wielding white flas without cumberso materials. Yet, a nagging doubt surfaced:
Is raw destructive power truly what I desire?
He turned to ultrasound magic, its spell model illuminating in his ditation environnt. Vibration, frequency, direction—everything clicked into place, beckoning him to choose.
Circular, triangular, wavy curves—various shapes and lines intertwined, forming a complex three-dinsional structure. While casting spells was manageable, constructing them with ntal power proved chaotic. It felt far more challenging than sketching on a computer, especially without any tools!
Take ultrasound magic’s architecture, for example. There was a segnt resembling a sine curve, familiar to Garrett. The issue? Drawing curves without a ruler or compass seed impossible—how was he to create them with just his mind in the ditation realm?
It seed absurd!
Despite the challenge, Garrett focused his ntal power, ticulously sketching the spell model stroke by stroke. Straight lines, curves, three-dinsional shapes... he drew them, infusing each with ntal energy to stabilize and connect them.
Traditionally, mages were simply told to "trace according to the scroll" when drawing spell models. Precision and skill were often disregarded, leading to vastly different results among mages learning the sa magic—so akin to Sun Wukong’s feats, while others resembled street perforrs...
However, during a recent training session, the teacher introduced a new thod for spell model creation: mathematics!
Triangles, circles, curves—all mathematical concepts! And if you couldn’t grasp math, you had no business aspiring to be a mage!
So, about that sine curve... Garrett recalled the formula y=Asin(ωx φ) k. Adjusting the amplitude and angular frequency values, he eagerly observed the changes...
His ditation vision widened as sothing new erged—a concept he’d never encountered before. Waves—undulating, vibrating, transmitting through the void and reflecting back from unknown origins...
They were waves!
Longitudinal, transverse, electromagnetic, chanical—waves of all kinds materialized in his ditation vision for the first ti!
The feedback surged from the ditation world.
The spell model for echo magic, ultrasound magic, a seemingly insignificant gadget that earned rely two research points at the Magic Council, materialized and shimred brightly in Garrett’s ditation environnt.
As he filled the spell model, the elents pouring into the ditation realm dissipated outward, increasing the concentration within the "shell" by at least ten percent.
Satisfied, Garrett opened his eyes.
"Yes! No more need to carry around bats!"
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