"It’s only a small rift, you’ve got this," Solomon said.
"I can’t fly."
"I can’t fly."
Roe continued to murmur.
He was racing vertically upwards at intense speeds.
Speed not generated by his own force.
Things got smaller and then smaller.
Ramping up.
Roe began to slow down finally when he approached the clouds.
He got past the barrier easy and his eyes t a rift.
Freshly opened.
Roe got his footing.
He knew of the barrier, he just hadn’t made contact, not till right now at least.
He smiled.
Ecstatic.
"Haha, haha."
He began laughing.
He really paid the rift no attention.
It’s only later it occurred to him.
’Oh no.’
’Oh no.’
He realized things were getting heated.
’I’ve got this. I’m sure these are really just small fry.’
He tried reaffirming himself.
He began panting.
This was not unexpected, most aspiring mages experienced this.
Roe was different, at least he thought he wasn’t like most.
’I’m not like others.’
’Average.’
’I’m not average.’
A monster had finally made it through.
He began with affirmations.
Nothing too crazy.
He just needed to get his composure.
Snap.
Sothing just occurred to him.
’Oh no.’
’Oh no.’
’This is so not happening.’
Roe was lanting, on what exactly?
He was an SSS-rank mage.
He was a talent capable of rivalling rlin.
Talent.
’Shit. I don’t know my talent or even class.’
’This is bad.’
Mage ranks determine pretty much everything.
Their talents are the next most important thing.
Mages count spells to use them.
The spell counts reach a thousand.
Thunder talent 1 to a thousand.
All spells have a na and unique application or description.
’I don’t know what to do.’
’Damnit.’
"Ti talent. No 400."
He shouted.
Nothing happened.
’Guess I’m not a ti manipulating mage.’
The monster moved forward, approaching ever closer to Roe.
Roe moved back in response.
He wasn’t going to face this thing without certainty of his own talents.
’Guess I’ll try the next best thing.’
"Space talent..."
Nothing happened.
’This is bad.’
The monster finally struck.
Roe was able to dodge.
It was pretty trippy.
What he noticed was the sturdiness of the barrier.
It didn’t break.
No ripple even.
’This barrier, it’s.....’
Another strike.
The monster missed.
’This thing must be really low ranking. I an it’s barely making moves.’
Roe ran back.
It was taking the monster full seconds to make a single step.
’I need ti to think, it’s giving what I need.’
Distance was now established.
’Hmmm.’
’Solomon seems like a rational guy. He wouldn’t send off to die.’
’He wouldn’t,’ Roe thought.
’I’m a mage.’
’I’m a mage,’ Roe iterated.
’There has to be sothing I’ve got.’
’There’s no known way to know one’s talent besides being told.’
’What do I do?’
’We got awakened. Why didn’t I get my talent assigned?’
’Wait.’
’Wait.’
’I got awakened.’
’The awakening process was via rlin’s staff.’
’Staff.’
’All mages worth their salt have one.’
’Either assigned or created.’
’My staff. Where is it?’
’Now I look like a mad person. Who am I even talking to?’
Roe imdiately assud his staff would be created and not a pre-existing one.
Mostly because he was SSS rank.
It wasn’t stupid to think he would create his very own.
rlin’s created a bunch.
He does it all the ti.
’Could there be a summoning word? An incantation or sothing?’
Roe was digging through mories and thoughts.
Ideas were being generated and thrown out in an instant.
He sighed.
Then grinned.
He smiled.
"Solomon."
That was all he said.
’SSS rank. Literally blessed by mana.’
’I’m blessed by mana.’
’It obviously has to be intuitive.’
’Intuitive. Here goes.’
Roe raised out his hand.
He moved and shook his fingers gently.
He was trying to grasp sothing.
Sothing that wasn’t there.
Sohow sothing proved to be there.
Out of nowhere it spawned, spawning with a beam being generated the instant.
He had barely made contact with his staff and the monster was vaporized.
Nothing remained.
Silence.
Almost silence.
The rift still had this sizzle sound about it.
’Oh no.’
’Here they co.’
’It’s a rift after all.’
’There’s bound to be much more.’
"Woah, what’s that?"
A violent shake.
The entire sky shook.
’What could possibly be coming?’ Roe questioned.
That violent shake wasn’t the result of so big monster making its way out of so fantastical rift.
It was a monster but not from beyond here.
It was Solomon.
"What, that was you?" Roe questioned.
He got no response.
Solomon didn’t even smile.
"Space talent," he called out. "No 1. Third Dinsion."
The entire rift collapsed on itself.
Roe was shocked.
A mage that could turn off and on rifts on command.
Unheard of.
"You’ve got to—"
Roe stopped.
He was basically fanboying.
"That was nice."
He didn’t want to be too on the nose.
’I knew space talent was up there, but co on. The news makes it seem like it’s ti or nothing for the greats,’ Roe thought.
’Wow.’
They instantly found themselves on the ground.
"Let’s head on."
"I said we were going to et the others, didn’t I?" Solomon said.
He continued on.
Roe smiled.
He had his doubts.
Solomon was not rlin.
Solomon was also no average mage.
"Let’s go, master."
Roe followed along with his resolve steeled.
-
There was really only one teaching circle that had nearly the sa amount of acclaim as the rlin school of magic. This was Count Vlad’s school.
Vlad teaching style was more aggressive. His student were able to rival rlin’s thanks to one simple advantage.
They unlike most of rlin’s students have direct access to their Master.
Most circles don’t even offer room for growth. The teaching circles had this specific trait.
-
Knock.
"A letter for you Master".
"Co in , Daniel".
"Let know who sent it so I may decide it’s degree of importance, I’m a busy man after all. "
"It’s from Morgana, sir".
He smiled.
He laughed.
He smiled even wider.
He cleared his throat.
"Read it ".
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