The magical circles, glowing with a radiant purity, beckoned to her from the recesses of the spiritual turbulence. Each intricate sigil represented a barrier to be breached, a threshold that she was determined to overcome.
The flame core had ten known levels. In which the first three locks were called the pyro pulse in which an elementalist was able to make contract with a lesser fire elemental and learn their special trait while being able to perform the basic conjuring. With each lock being unlocked, the mastery would increase.
And right now, Andromeda had somehow been able to grip on to the pulses of pure fiery mana. Since the mana was already condensed, all she needed to do was slowly let it flow and become a part of her flame core. She could feel the intense lava like fluid pushing against the walls of her pyrospiria. It felt like it would break as the core strained with the overflowing mana.