Bab 866: First Three Spells

Imeng paused, his gaze sweeping across the room as if he were drawing power from the very air. "Fein, imagine your mana as a river, flowing within you with a steady rhythm. It is your task to learn how to tap into that river, to control its flow, and direct it with precision."

Fein nodded, envisioning the metaphorical river coursing through his being. He closed his eyes, focusing on the sensation of energy swirling within him, seeking his command. He could feel the ebb and flow, the gentle current of power waiting to be harnessed.

Opening his eyes, Fein met Imeng's gaze, a glimmer of determination shining in his eyes. "So, by understanding and channeling my mana, I can wield magic as an extension of myself," Fein stated, his voice tinged with excitement.