She decided that he was still missing, that it wasn't enough, so she carefully led us to a large room different from the training camp where we were working. The surroundings were dimly lit and there was a huge diagram with runes inscribed on the floor. The dim light from the mana lamps reflected off the walls, creating dancing images. There, in the centre of that room, she stood solemnly and said:
—Brute force will not save you on a battlefield —she began, her deep voice echoing off the stone walls—. Only a fool believes he can win without truly understanding the essence of the power that flows within him.
He stood a few centimetres from the centre of the diagram and, with a snap of his fingers, released a pulse of mana that forced us to straighten our backs. It wasn't aggressive, but it was firm, like invisible pressure on our chests.
—As you all know, there are two main paths for a mage: Celtra and Setrix.
