Chương 808: War for the North (6)

Eldrian paused, recognizing that he was out of line. There was indeed no reason for anyone to have told him about this type of magic.

Even if he heard of it, he would not have thought much of it unless he experienced as he had with Ilmadia's melody. After all, he couldn't play any instrument, nor could he sing. The information would have simply passed through his ears without registering. 

"Sorry, I was out of line." Eldrian said, not wishing to dig himself another grave. "But if it exists and is as powerful as Ilmadia showed, why does no one use it?"

"Like all types of magic, it has its pros and cons. For now, let's just say that the act of mixing your mana with your music entails certain dangers."

'How?' Eldrian was curious, but he understood that this was not the place to dive into a conversation about this. 'Perhaps the dangers are like losing control over a spell? But as the song is being resonated within you...'