It was no longer cold text or abstract concepts.
Instead, countless profound Laws regarding the essence of Magic Power, its flow patterns, structural designs, and the fusion of Energy and matter were branded directly into his mind.
Roland squeezed his eyes shut as a fine layer of sweat beaded on his forehead.
It felt as if countless invisible scalpels were operating inside his skull, deeply engraving that ancient and intricate Arcane Knowledge.
Along with the knowledge came a brand-new sense of Power, gathering and stirring at his fingertips, eager to be unleashed.
When the torrent of information subsided slightly, Roland slowly opened his eyes.
The world seemed subtly different to him.
The air was no longer just air.
The faint, previously invisible Magic Elements suspended within it now flickered in and out of view in his highly focused spiritual vision, like tiny motes of dust shimmering with different colors.
They were no longer vague concepts, but had become something...
