The runes had become so familiar to her that Quylla could see them like notes on a musical score, each one with its sound, requiring a different tempo according to the spell they were meant to produce.
Soon she seemed to be dancing with a shadow partner that kept trying to get close but missed her by a hair's breadth.
Like Lith had earlier said, Quylla was de?nitely a genius.
She had learned fake magic from books when she was barely six years old and had just learned how to read. She had managed to survive even though no one had explained to her anything about the complexities of hand signs, accents, and the risks that mistakes implied.
She had created her ?rst spell by herself when she was seven, to help her patients and she had never stopped improving it as she discovered more about magic. Quylla had enrolled in the fourth year of academy when she was just twelve, competing the whole time with Lith for the top spot.
She had reinvented magic from scratch in the few weeks she had spent inside the Fringe with just a few whispers from Mogar,
becoming the ?rst true human mage in history.
Her lack of achievements, when compared to Balkor or Manohar,
wasn't because of a gap in talent. Quylla wasn't a frog in the well, but a majestic Dragon who had been scarred by Yurial's death and had hidden in a shallow pond for years.
Now, however, she wasn't afraid of spreading her wings anymore.
Quylla had already learned how to make the runes ?ow through her body from her studies about fusion magic. She wasn't an Awakened nor a magical beast. She didn't know the runes instinctively and had had to discover them one by one.
After that, she had to learn how to make them move from her head to her toes to gain their effects. Now that her mana flow wasn't constricted to just her core, conjuring the runes through movement and channeling them through her auxiliary cores was second nature to her.
The auxiliary cores closed one after another, turning from vortexes into perfect spheres. The bright blue light that coursed throughout her body turned into deep violet the moment Quylla overcame the natural restrictions of an Awakened core.
The mana ?ow kept growing in might until it became light violet and new auxiliary cores appeared. Awakening them was no different from the ?rst time and the experience gained made it much easier.
Quylla felt her body brim with power as her core went back to violet,
its vigor intact even after completing the Awakening process.
She took a few deep breaths, witnessing more auxiliary cores forming inside her body, but she could instinctively tell that they weren't enough for another breakthrough.
Quylla turned toward her family and friends, smiling from the bottom of her heart before falling head-?rst on the ?oor.
"Good gods, how is she?" Phloria asked while covering her sister with a cloth.
"Alive, but weak. Too weak." Faluel said. "Did she share with any of you her Injection spell? Because she needs to drink tonics faster than we can give her while she's unconscious."
"No." The others unanimously replied, clenching their ?sts in helplessness.
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