Then, after all six elements moved freely through Lith's body like currents in the ocean, he weaved spells with his vortexes without moving. The focus that the various exercises needed brought the grief to a halt.
It wasn't much and it wouldn't last long, but at least Lith managed to put aside Mirim's death for the time being and focus on the task at hand. The thought that whoever had killed Lark had just doubled the score that Lith had to settle enraged him beyond what words could describe.
Yet he followed Scarlett's advice, leaving those feelings to simmer without bottling them up. They were there, ready for use, safely stored in a corner of his mind.
'I don't know what you think, but to me, our technique seems incomplete. As if we're missing the last piece of the puzzle.' Lith said, referring to his method to refine the vortexes into auxiliary cores.
