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"No! That won't be enough!"
Hedwyn threw away his scribes after ripping them into pieces, he knew that there was no other way to bring the powerful energy of the elementals into a personified new entity without the heavy use of dark magic. Life did not sprout from nothingness, and no matter which magician attempted to use the dark arts, his body would crumble to the abyssal God Hand, generating several Behelits to spread the curse to anyone who would be unfortunate enough to be chosen by causality.
"Hedwyn, I have noticed you have not been attending our magical lessons anymore, is something the matter?" The chief of the silver eyed clan had personally entered the occultist's hut, seeking to understand why a youngster with such potential would miss out on his exercises.
"I have already learned all there is to the purifying magic you can teach me. I have been copying the scribes by hand ever since the first lesson. All I need to study is right here." Hedwyn opened his arms, giving emphasis on the several assorted papers laying around on the floor and on the trees.
"That is... certainly impressive. However, learning magic without the moral instruction of an experienced magician is ill-advised. Much like handling a sword, what differentiates a soldier from a killer are the ethics he abides by--"
The elder is caught by his shoulders and pulled along to get a closer look at Hedwyn's bloodshot eyes.
"ETHICS?! Have you seen what causality has brought upon our world? How do you expect us to idly sit by when The God Hand grows with each passing generation? When they appropriate all sources of magic to themselves as they deprive us from all other forms of practicing what was once crucial to the union of our race? Does this not boil your blood? Does it not make you want to stoop to their level to fight on equal terms?"
"Our very existence is our way of resisting. It is not with power that we will enlighten the masses, but with faith in the spirits, and cooperating with the-- HGRH!"
The elder is choked by Hedwyn's bulging, veiny hands. Having no way to fight back, the old man merely teared up as he hoped that the occultist did not apply enough force to snap his windpipe.
"NONSENSE! THE ENEMY DOES NOT PLAY WITHOUT UNDERHANDED TACTICS! FIGHTING FAIRLY AGAINST THOSE WHO RELY ON EXPLOITS IS THE SAME AS LETTING THEM WIN!"
"Get off me!" The grand elder blinded Hedwyn with a light spell coming from his hand, letting his muscles relax as the sage recovered himself.
"You indeed have great potential, Hedwyn. Perhaps to even surpass me, I was hoping on finding a worthy leader to pass on our teachings, but it seems you still have much to learn."
"Indeed I have..." Hedwyn smirks uncaring of the old ways of the village leader.
Whenever the four kings of the astral would aid in humanity's retaliation, it would be far too late into Hedwyn's life, and he wished to defeat them now!
