After so many times of failed attempts to mold his magic, Kyran decided to rest.
He lay on the floor in the middle of the training room and stared absentmindedly at the array drawn on the ceiling.
'What am I doing wrong? Is imagining the shape not the correct way to do it? Or is it because my magic doesn't have a solid form, to begin with?' He wondered.
He lifted his left arm and spread his hand as if reaching for the ceiling before summoning his magic. A purple ring appeared above his palm, which rotated in slow motion.
'My magic really looks strange,' he thought.
Nolan said it before. Magic manifested differently among every mage.
Like his magic, other magic did not have shapes. He also read about it from one of the books Stella selected. However, though it did not have a shape, its appearance was similar to its natural element. Thus, it was easy to identify.
