3048 Primal Spark (Part 2)
Tista was glad they had to keep their eyes closed or Lith would have seen the grin on her face.
'It's nice hearing him getting scolded, for once. It means my lil bro is human.' She thought.
As Lith's and Tista's Primordial Flames struck respectively a rock and a patch of ground at her feet, their eyebrows went up in surprise.
"What the fuck?" Tista could feel through her Flames how different materials burned at a different pace.
At first, Lith and Tista thought it was just an impression. After a while, they could sort out the different components of their respective targets simply by the degree of resistance they offered to the Flames.
'He said purify but without specifying what, so…' After vaporizing the first rock Lith moved on to a second.
He had the Primordial Flames wash over the stone's surface and seep through it before making real damage, just enough to grasp the density of the rock's main components.
Lith burned everything inside, feeling the stone rearranging its structure to fill the empty spaces left by the Flames. He saw how removing impurities made the stone harder or more brittle based on their position and composition.
The second rock collapsed, its structure incapable of withstanding its own weight after all the impurities had been removed. Lith moved to a third stone, this time making the flames lick at the various components without burning any of them.
Only after he could discern which impurities were functional to the rock's structural integrity from those that deformed it did he start the purifying process. Tista too learned how to study her target through her Flames as they burned through a barren plot of land.
"Good. You can now open your eyes and look upon the results of your work." Valtak said once they were both done.
Tista needed time to catch up but Lith could use it for practice.
The obsidian stone that Lith had purified now looked like an angular jagged fang with sharp corners and sleek sides. The patch of ground below Tista's feet was blackened no longer.
The ashes poisoning it were gone and so was the rocky layer of solidified lava. The soil was soft, brown, and so fertile that it only needed one seed and a bit of water to bear a bountiful harvest.
"As I said, fire brings death…" Valtak pointed at the charred remains of their first attempts. "But also life and change." He waved at the purified rock and ground.
"How is this possible? I've used Origin Flames countless times to kill or purify but I've never felt anything through them." Tista asked. "I've always needed to memorize the position of the impurities before refining metals."
"Because even though most users of Origin Flames come to the realization that they are akin to one of their limbs, only a few of them garner enough experience to discover the Flames have a sense of their own, hatchling.
"Every Dragon I trained describes the phenomenon in a different way, but they all agree that the closest thing to describe it is the sense of touch."
"You, like all my past students, have discovered its existence because I've allowed you to use mana instead of life force. Mana answers your every command with ease, giving you the opportunity to focus on how Origin Flames work instead of on making them work."
"I see." Lith nodded. "But even after experiencing it firsthand, I still don't understand how I could garner so much information via Origin Flames. Don't they just burn stuff?"
"Indeed, but you see, on Mogar everything has mana. Everything assimilates world energy and makes it their own. Rocks, plants, you, and me." The Fire Dragon said and his students nodded for him to continue.
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