August closed his eyes, his mind racing through the possibilities.
The Tempest Sovereign's Mantle is a scaled-down model of a Third-Rank passive sorcery. It is incomplete—not because it is damaged, but because it was never meant to be a First-Rank spell in the first place.
He opened his eyes, his golden gaze burning with determination.
But that does not mean it is useless. It means it is a foundation—a foundation that I can build upon.
"Rhea," he said, his voice carrying a note of quiet intensity. "Here are the reasons for my thoughts. What if we do not try to complete the Tempest Sovereign's Mantle as it is? What if we use it as a base—not to replicate the original Third-Rank spell, but to create something entirely new?"
Rhea was silent for a moment, her processors working at full capacity.
"Explain," she said, her voice carrying a note of curiosity.
