The Pressure descent, pressing the entire hall. Un exception
Testing the patience of all the student
"What the fuck is this"
Altaris said, unprepared. A searing pain start to creep trough his spine, threating to drown him.
He finally knew, one of the answer that has been gnawing from his mind, since the start of the class
What so special of the academy ?
What is the foundation of it's prestige ?
Then answer he got, in the form of torture
Luckily, even after all of this, his experience, is better then most, He still stand, the weight is blinding, but his mind still work un restrict, he can still see, still able to think before his.
The same couldn't be said for Violet
Who knows that, her enthusiasm and her excitement of magic, become the reason of her doom
When the pressure descent, she's unready
Caught of guard, completely
The feeling of a invisible nail, hammer through her head, repeatedly.
A pain that threaten, to overwhelm, To consume her
Gnawing her mind and body, feasting at it
Her ascension is measly one year ago, not enough to train and grow her power, both physical or mental.
The most she can do right now is channel emotions to strengthen her body. Useless trick against attack like this
So, as her mate, the responsibilty, to help her easing the weight, falls to him. And, he need to do it secretly, their abilities is secret and crucial. Something can't be known by other
So he devise a quick plan, unperfect, but enough
One involving saving his girlfriend while simultenously hiding the full extend of his abilities, maintaining his weak noble boy persona
Then the play begin
The moment after the descent, he act. Bending his knee, acting like a searing binding pain assaulting his weak, tiny, mind.
Then slowly he crawl, pretending, searching for help, "accidently" meeting the weakened Violet. Then, a quick sequence of action begin to play, first, he roll his sleeve, placing his bare hand in front her. Prompting her to bite him
As expected, without a second thought, and moved by instinct. she bit. Sucking his blood. The parasitic connection in action, slowly easing the pain, making it recede, while also add more weight to Altaris.
After drinking her fill, she lick the wound clean, removing any evidence, and chance of discovery. His rolled sleeve, back to state of formality, entering the game of pretending. Well not quite.... pretend, per se
For now his burden twice as heavy, hence his whitened grip.
What a great mate he is
"What you just felt, is mana. The fastest way to learn mana, is to feel. Cause mana is unseen. Without this, you need at least one year worth of study just to grasp it, if you a genius that is. For ordinaries, it would take more, some even never reach"
"So be thankful, that we provide you with this opportunity"
The guy still talking, knowing no one listening. The pressure, for ordinary people, is just too overwhelming. Some even pass out, too much wait to bear
Such is price of power, never free
The catch is, as long you are not destroyed mentally, the academy can train you as hard as they please. The dome literally making you untouchable by death
A Blessing turned curse
"Alright, thats enough"
He flicked his hand, all pressure cease to be. A wave of sigh, washing, rejuvenating, the sign of struggle vanished
One by one, student start to stand, like ghoul adhere their master calling, full of groan and disatisfied moan.
Look at it, Ack smile widening, almost ear to ear. His teeth showing, unblemished. Amidst hidden beneath the weave.
Satisfaction, radiated from his very being
A hidden sociopath
Then, a second, back to uncaring. Relying on poker face he used for centuries
"Now we talk about spell"
He continuous, un intended to let the student breath. Let their do what their do, his job here. is to teach. An he aim to only teach.
The guy proceed to explain about spell, it's creation, it's maker, it's mechanism. And the other.
Honestly, it's boring. Not as exited as Altaris, think it'll be.
So my dear listener and reader, let me rephrase it for you
The magic in this world, has different physics
The concept is....unique
Instead of making mana as foundation, a spell is created from the power of mind. Only limited by the user creativity.
The mana job is only to pull. As a marker
To better understand it, to create magic is to create painting
You need several element for it
First, the picture, you create it in your mind, the concept, the design, and the starting point
Mana.... is the marker, or the ink. It's main function is to record, as a tool. To made the imagination, tangible.
and lastly the canvas, representing the world, where the marker made its trail. It's the place of masterpiece, to record the imagination so other people can see it. To make it, reality. The "painting" is real
It makes the potential of painting, limitless, just like magic
The only limit it's the capacity the user mind, their brain power to process the endless amount of information
You, are your own jailer
And because the limitless ness potential of mana, no mortal shall reign over it. Mana is an absolute power, it can't be bound nor chained.
In the first place, a body of mortal are not supposed to store this thing. It's to volatile and to corrupting
But fear not, one's don't need to own, to use
They can just.. borrow, from the world
That's what magician do, they borrow mana, from the world, to create spell, to use magic, and the likes
And the act of borrowing, is never free, it need collateral, a way to ensure the borrowed comes back in piece, and not stolen even one bit.
This rules, also applied for mana
To grant power, mana take.... Sanity
Conscience
The more mana used, the heavier the mental toll is.
The only known way someone to trading the path of magic, is to strenghten one's mental fortitude
Using any means necessary
Drugs, meditate, self torture, training, anything.
The only thing that matter, is result
Just like they said
Absolute power, corrupts absolutely
And people, become crazy chasing it