There was a faint hum across the skin of my palm, and the hum was familiar. I had felt this hum at the end of every Arc Lightning cast I had ever produced; it was the faint vibration left in the staff after the discharge had passed.
The Elemental Fuchsia tree was a great material for making staffs for elemental mages because it could channel nearly all elements with no restriction, and since I was primarily using my lightning discipline, the signature of the discipline lingered in the wood, and I could sense this discipline slowly permeating my flesh.
The discipline knew me now. It had been making spells out of my Anima for two years; somewhere in the process of being asked to make a spell out of me, it had learned the difference and had stayed.
The journey in front of me was long, but lightning had bonded to me the way it had been bonding to the staff.
