The weight of Professor Valia's lesson on the Guild's omnipresent power lingered, but as bronze class spilled out of the General World Studies hall into the afternoon light, Elara shook it off like a dog shedding water. Her innate buoyancy reasserted itself.
"Finally!" she said, stretching her arms wide. "Something to do! All this theory is making my brain feel soggy . Hopefully today's Application class involves something besides sitting and listening."
Ilana, walking beside her with a slow pace, adjusted the strap of her bag. "How many times has Mother told us that half-knowledge does more harm than good? A foundation must be solid before you build upon it, or the entire structure collapses."
"I'm not talking about skipping the foundation," Elara said, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I'm talking about using it to actually build something. Even if it's tiny!" With that, she increased her pace, practically skipping toward Workshop Delta. Ilana sighed, a fond expression on her face, and the boys followed.
Inside the workshop, the air hummed with a new kind of anticipation. On each workbench sat a single object: a palm-sized, perfectly smooth orb. It was crystalline but opaque, with a dull, metallic sheen, like a pearl forged from base iron. The class immediately descended into a low buzz of discussion, as students picked it up, surprise by it light weight, and peered at their own distorted reflections.
"What's it for?", one student asked loudly. "Feels cold. Non-reactive." one comment . "Maybe we have to break it with our magic?" one muscular boy comment, and press it with his fist. "That seems destructive for a first lesson." one of the timid girl said, not touching her orb.
Their theorizing was cut short by the entrance of their instructor. She was not what any of them expected. Where Instructor Kael was sharp energy and Proctor Grath was solid intimidation, this woman seemed carved from quiet exhaustion. She was young, but dark circles hung under her eyes, and her silver-streaked black hair was pulled into a messy, bun. She wore a stained leather apron over her grey instructor's uniform, and she carried the faint, complex scent of dried herbs, sharp minerals, and hot metal. She moved to the front, blinking slowly at them as if emerging from a deep thought.
"Looks like everyone's found their orb," she said, her voice a dry . She didn't bother with introductions. Instead, she pulled her own Guild Card—from her pocket and inserted it into a slot on the wall. A network of intricate, pulsating runes flashed to life across the floor, walls, and ceiling, humming with protective energy. "For safety . So when—not if—someone has an accident, we only lose an orb and some pride, not a limb. I am Proctor Vex. I handle the practical half of your 'Applications' education. Try to keep up."
She gestured to the orbs in their hands. "First lesson: **Containment and Intent.** That orb is an alloy of F-Grade metals. Do not ask me what 'F-Grade' means; that's theory. All you need to know is it's cheap, durable, and acts as a universal, low-capacity battery. Your task is simple. Place it between your palms."
The class followed, a rustle of movement and focused attention.
"Now, close your eyes. Find the elemental energy inside you and try to transform it into orb. Not the ambient mana, unless you want an big explosion. Feel your energy and focus on it . For the Fire-Kins, it's the warmth in your core. For the Aqua-Kins, it's the cool flow in your veins. For the Plantlifes, it's the quiet pulse of growth. Draw a tiny, thread of that energy into your palms. Then, will it to flow into the orb. Your intent must be singular and clear: **SEAL.** You are not attacking it. You are not communing with it. You are placing a droplet of your power inside and closing the lid. That is all. Begin."
The room fell into a tense, focused silence. Oliver felt the strange, static pool of his Grey energy. It didn't feel warm or cool, growing or flowing. It just *was*. A neutral, stable presence. He willed a thread of it toward his palms, imagining it seeping into the cold metal orb with a final, sealing click in his mind.
For a moment, there was only concentration.
Then, a sharp **CRACK** echoed through the workshop, followed by a collective gasp. A boy's orb, a few benches over, had shot into the air, surrounded by a shimmering spherical barrier conjured by the room's defence rune . Inside the barrier, it vibrated violently and then exploded into harmless, dissipating dust.
At the same moment, a Terra-Kin girl yelped as the orb in her hands suddenly turned a stony, rough grey and became dead weight. Another student, a boy with Magma affinity, watched in horror as his orb began to soften, glow red, and droop between his fingers like hot wax before it too was levitated and contained by the wards.
Proctor Vex didn't even flinch. She pointed a finger at the boy whose orb had exploded. "You. What was your intent? What were you thinking as you pushed your energy in?"
The boy, face red, stammered, "I… I was thinking, 'What if this blows up?'"
"Exactly," Vex said, her rasp cutting through the room. "Your conscious command was 'seal.' Your subconscious fear was 'explode.' Your elemental energy, in its raw state, aligned with the stronger, more emotionally charged thought. Clarity. Of. Intent. It is not a suggestion. It is the steering wheel." She turned to the others. "The rest of you who failed? Your intent was murky. 'Change.' 'Melt.' 'Transform.' The orb is a mirror for your will. Now. Clear your minds. Try again. Think only of the seal."
The second attempt was more successful. One by one, the orbs on the benches began to glow with inner light. Leo's orb housed a small, captive flame that danced lazily behind its crystalline surface. Elara's shimmered with a deep, rippling blue, and a drop of water condensed on its shell when she touched it. Ilana's held the faint, perfect silhouette of a tiny, leafy sprout, frozen in time.
Oliver looked down at his own orb. Inside, no flame danced, no water rippled. Instead, a slow, swirling mist of pure, luminous grey moved within, like smoke caught in a bottle. It was neither bright nor dim. It was simply… present. Self-contained. Stable. He felt a strange sense of congruence. His intent had been a clear, firm *seal*, and the energy he'd placed inside was simply itself, undisturbed and perfectly contained.
Proctor Vex made her way around the room, observing each result with her tired, keen eyes. She gave curt nods of approval, a brief correction here and there. She paused at Oliver's bench, looking from his face to the swirling grey mist in the orb. She said nothing for a long moment. Her expression was unreadable—not impressed, not disappointed, but deeply, thoughtfully curious.
"A perfect seal," she finally murmured, so only he could hear. She tapped the orb once with a stained fingernail. "Remember this feeling. This clarity."
She moved to the front of the class. "Today, you learned to put a fraction of your power into a box. A vital, boring skill. It is the basis for enchanting, for creating charged artifacts, for not poisoning your own lunchbox." A few nervous laughs. "You also learned that your mind is the most important tool you possess. A distracted mind makes for dangerous magic."
She collected her card from the wall slot, and the protective runes faded. "Next class, we learn the logical counterpart: **Retrieval and Shaping.** You've put it in the box. Next, you'll learn to take it back out and make it do something useful. Don't lose your orbs. Dismissed."
As they filed out, Oliver cradled his grey-misted orb. It was a small thing, a simple exercise. But for the first time, his affinity had produced a visible, tangible result. It wasn't spectacular, but it was *precise*. And in Proctor Vex's curious silence, he sensed the first flicker of something: his mystery was not just a blank space. It was a different kind of tool, waiting for its specific use to be discovered.
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