บท 228: Forms

Arran looked at the adept in astonishment. Each spell he knew had taken him months to learn properly, and now she expected him to learn twelve of them in a single day?

It wasn't just impossible; it was madness.

Anthea smiled in amusement at his bewildered expression. "The spells I'm talking of aren't like the ones you know," she explained. "They're Forms — basic elements you can combine to create more complex spells. Observe."

She held up her hand, and Arran could Sense that she was gathering Fire Essence. A moment later, a bright-red ball of Fire appeared above her hand.

"Condense." As she spoke the word, the ball of Fire grew smaller and brighter, its color changing into an intense yellow that bordered on white.

"Soar." The ball of fire instantly flew from her hand, moving toward the wall at an incredible speed.

"Ram." She spoke the final word right as the ball of fire forcefully crashed into the wall, where it left a blackened scorch mark.