>>6175744“Concentrate. Feel the scorching heat and do not shy away, but grasp it.” Alvin calls out to you from afar. “These are not the paltry flames you’ve summoned before. This is magic befitting of an adept sorcerer.”
You outstretched your hands, calling upon the latent magical energies stored within you. It was true that you’d fallen behind in your studies of the arcane arts. You’d grown too comfortable with only swinging that large axe of yours, falling back onto the power of your Crests if need be. But you had a gift for magic, inherited from your mother, who by all accounts was a peerless sorceress in her time. Learning a paltry spell like this was well within your grasp. Coiling your fingers, you clasp your outstretched hands together and summon a torrent of flame that ignites the sand before you. The tower radiates tremendous heat, shooting several feet into the air, but you do not back down. You do not fear the deadly inferno, for it answers to your call alone.
>New Spell Learned: Elfire (+7 DMG, 3 Uses)“Woohoo!” You hear May exclaim excitedly. She watches your performance along with several of your companions several feet away, on a hill overlooking your training area. “You picked that up in no time! You’re the best, boss!”
It had been a week since the battle in Ithaca. Following the defeat of the Riahi, your party had taken several days to rest and recuperate their strength. Being made of sterner stuff, you were fine. But you couldn’t say the same for the others. Alvin had undergone strenuous torture under the talons of that female assassin, and some of your other companions had taken serious wounds. WIth most of the party out of commission, there was nothing to do but sit around and wait. It was a tedium that irritated you endlessly. But now that you were back on the road and training your magic, your mood was starting to improve.
“Well done, Tristain.” Alvin says, joining you at your side. The Adjunct’s wounds had healed, and though he bore a few new scars, he seemed to be back to his old sort of jovial self. “I daresay we’ll make a sorcerer out of you yet. We’ll pick a new spell to focus our attention on. By the time we make it to Morfis, you should hopefully have expanded your arsenal quite a bit.”
>“Good, that’s what I like to hear.” Alvin’s tutorship was already paying off. You had no doubt you’d face contenders with greater firepower during Yulia’s competition. You’d need every trick you could get your hands on to even the odds. “When do you expect we’ll arrive at this ‘Hima’ place?”“A few more days at this pace.” Alvin says. “We’ll be heading into the mountains, where Hima is nestled. They call the town the ‘Peak of Wyverns.’ Have you ever seen a wyvern before?”
