A glum atmosphere overtakes the mood between the Sun Bro's, Reima sits down on a nearby stone support. "This is troubleso... I have no idea if this is a problem that can be fixed." he voices his doubts to Solaire.
Solaire sits a tre away from him, "Don't worry about it, when I was younger my powers used to go out of control as well... Think the most brutal and horrific static shocks you can imagine." he says chuckling.
Reima perks up, "How'd you fix it?"
Solaire shrugs, "I used to and now have to constantly keep my power under control, I'd nearly lost it when it was suddenly returned to but muscle mory took over. You've just gotta restrain and suppress it."
Reima "Yeah I know that, the question is how though..."
Solaire crosses his arms, "For it took a couple decades to internalise it, as soone with a significantly powerful soul you and I generate an enormous amount of Mana. Unlike regular humans who can only sustain themselves of off there's, ours will passively escape from us if we don't control it. One I'd managed to restrain all of it I felt as if I had way more power in reserve, this is probably because the excess energy could now be accessed."
Reima sighs, "I don't have a couple decades to get this done..."
Solaire "I'm sure you'll be much faster than I was, I only trained between learning stately duties, combat and how to rule an empire and it's plebeians..."
The two continue to talk like this for a couple hours until Solaire requests to return to the Chaos Covenant, Reima agree and teleports them into a secluded section of the Demon Ruins. As they arrive Solaire imdiately back away from Reima as his Silver Armour is entirely glowing red, "I will let the others know of your condition, if you need to speak to just use the summon stone."
Reima nods, "I will, thanks Solaire."
The god of sunlight leaves to rejoin with their friends and Reima looks at the ground, contemplating his next move... Of course he'll need to get his aura under control if he's to interact with any living being who's not immune to fire, these thoughts lead him to various things that may help. He equips the Fla Stone Plate Ring and he feels his aura lower in temperature slightly, it seems the ring isn't just useful for defending from external flas. He retrieves the Catalyst of Manus that he'd decided to just call "Staff of Manus" as he can tell it's no longer just a Catalyst, in-fact he's decided to na all weapons relating to bosses that don't have an already recognised na after their originator, therefore his Obsidian Blade will now be called Kalaet but the Moonlight Great Sword will remain the sa. Besides, he doesn't wish to rember that douche bag Seath anyway.
Leaning on the heavy Staff for a while, he wants to cast a few spells with it, and so he teleports back to Izalith as it's an empty area where can he discover just how powerful this thing is. He lands in the now solidified lake of lava, the smooth black stone providing a nice area to practise his spells. He'd been having issues before with his output and he imagines it's now even worse with his massive surge in power. First he chooses to cast a few Soul Arrows, he leans the staff forward as he conjures a couple arrows that dart off into the distance... He had been expecting a larger drain on his Mana but apparently this thing isn't exactly the sa from the gas, he tries a couple larger spells and finds that they are much larger than before, almost double in power if he had to guess... Next he decides to try Pyromancies... Only there's one issue, he can't find his Pyromancy fla... It used to hibernate in his left hand but it's now gone, he tries to draw it out and Dark Red flas easily flow from his finger tips. He moves the Staff to his other hand and tries the sa and achieves the sa result. It seems he no longer needs a Pyromancy fla to actually cast spells, he goof's off and tries to shoot fire from his mouth, expecting nothing to co out. He feels a build up in his throat and ends up coughing a small stream of Chaos flas, along with so smoke and embers.
Last but not least he attempts to conjure fire on the still burning Staff of Manus, the axe blade light up and a huge fireball appears atop it, leaning the staff forward the ball is launched with significant montum before exploding in the distance... Reima is seriously confused at this, when did he gain such good control over fire? He shouldn't just be able to direct it like a Sorcery, even if he did there should have been so kind of Formulae involved instead of just "Willing" it to shoot forward. He swings the Staff of Manus like a battle axe while imagining waves of energy similar to the Moonlight Great Sword, it works! Dark Red waves of fire extend a couple tres before dissipating into nothing.
Reima leans against the staff and mutters, "This is going to take a while to get used to...". He teleports back into the Kiln's chamber and starts ditating but the Bonfire.
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