Lynch sat at the center of this tomb almost forgotten by history, his robes hanging limply. The silver light from two metal spheres illuminated his face, outlining every line clearly. Yet, his eyes were unresponsive to the light that constantly switched between bright and dark, and the flickering Elemental Power failed to capture his attention because his thoughts had long drifted to days from years ago.
"Ever since gaining a new source of Magic Power, I've found it strange." The Mage wasn't speaking to anyone in particular, murmuring as if in a dream, "Why should the same magic not be able to merge with each other? When cast, they achieve the same effect, but once they meet, they become unstable."
"What are you talking about, Lynch?" Zilvra lifted the Mage's face and said, "Do you realize how frightening you look? If you're worried about something, just say it, make it clear! Unless you think there's a need to hide it all."
