From what Gara learned with Unlimited Water, Talents were controlled entirely through thought. The clearer the intent, the stronger the result.
Chanting the words, he glanced down at his hands and feet.
Still visible.
Trying another position, he pressed himself against the trunk of a tree.
Still nothing.
It's not active, yet?
Amidst his effort, faint footsteps reached his ears. Already ten minutes?
His thoughts raced. He remembered the time at the crossroad, when only his soul existed, without hands, feet, or body.
At the same time, his arms and legs began to blur, edges fading.
It's finally active!
While cheering in his heart, he leaned against the tree, and his entire form melted away. Nothing left but bark and shadow.
Soon after, Fian appeared, searching for him. He looked worried, a lantern in hand, his pointed ears twitching.
Gara felt a bit of guilt. He hadn't meant to make anyone anxious.
Just this once, Fian, he thought, a little remorsefully.
