"Let's leave the core concept aside. Not like you're going to understand it anyway," the old man muttered with a sigh, shaking his head as if exhausted. "I've given up. I've tried everything to help you understand this, but it's pointless. All you really want is to learn how to use it, right? You don't give a damn how it works or what it means anyways."
His eyes were calm, resigned, as if he'd accepted a bitter truth.
Razeal nodded, honestly. Yeah. He didn't have time to care about theory. This old geezer had only given him thirty minutes and by his guess, they'd already wasted five.
"Fine," the old man muttered. "I'll make it simple. Forget the philosophy. Just remember this."
He pointed his bony finger at Razeal, eyes sharp. "You, standing right there right now, are under thousands of flows."
Huh?
Razeal narrowed his eyes, confused. "But didn't you say flow is just movement?"
