Belial: (Listen closely. I will be teaching you a movement skill!)
Grantt: [———]
With his game face-on, Grantt had faced miles beyond the forest, and his goal.
Belial: (Now, put your dominant feet a step ahead like how you would run, but put your weight to the tip of your feet. There you go.)
One by one, Grantt followed this instruction unconditionally as his face stiffens more, showing less emotion.
Belial: (For now, I will control the flow of magic, so once you feel it surging, take your step forward as fast as you can.)
It was subtle. A display of nothing but a pose that awaits action.
Like how Maximilian had a reverse flow of magic, from his feet and hands, it began to regress to its center.
The chest, just below the heart. All of the magic combined in one area back again.
Maximilians had been constantly only taking magic from the environment, thus the reverse flow of magic into his center that ever grows.
