Elyon's mind brimmed with exhilaration as he unearthed the existence of Spirit magic, a profound revelation that set his imagination ablaze.
Contemplating the nature of this newfound power, he pondered, 'Should I even deem it an element? It feels distinct, unlike any other. It emanates not from the world, but from within me, as if I am its source. This is a truly captivating discovery.'
In his relentless pursuit of knowledge, Elyon embarked on a quest to unravel the secrets of Spirit magic.
As he delved deeper, he soon realized that Asselin had only imparted teachings about the six established elements, leaving no trace or mention of this enigmatic seventh essence.
Filled with a sense of wonder and insatiable curiosity, Elyon yearned to delve further into the mysteries of this ethereal force that had chosen to reveal itself to him.
As Elyon delved into his innermost self, he stumbled upon an extraordinary revelation: the presence of this element, or rather power, lying dormant within him.
It resonated with a distinct essence, denser and more potent than the others he had encountered. Yet, what truly struck him was the uncanny familiarity it exuded, as if it were an integral part of his very being, reserved solely for his unique existence.
However, despite his burning curiosity, Elyon found himself hindered by the harsh reality of his youth. Bound by the limitations of his tender age, he was unable to fully explore or harness the depths of this newfound power.
Though the potential shimmered within him, like a star yearning to be unleashed, he understood that for now, he remained but a mere child, longing for the day when he could embark on a journey to fully comprehend and wield the extraordinary gift hidden within his core.
Powerless to alter his circumstances, Elyon relinquished his futile concerns and surrendered to a sense of acceptance. With a renewed focus, he redirected his energy toward a task within his reach—bestowing a name upon this enigmatic power.
Engaging in an internal dialogue, Elyon deliberated on the perfect label, allowing the weight of his decision to settle upon him. After a cascade of thoughts and contemplation, he arrived at a definitive choice: Spirit Magic.
Amidst the irony of finding solace in contradiction, he couldn't help but acknowledge the paradoxical beauty of conversing with oneself.
Though it may appear as a symptom of isolation, he found a deep pleasure in these introspective exchanges. A playful giggle escaped his lips, evoking the innocent joy reminiscent of a baby's laughter, as Elyon embraced the delight and wonder that came with the discovery of his newfound power and the chosen name that encapsulated its essence.
In the midst of his joyful giggle, Elyon's mind became clouded with the weight of his other predicaments, leading him to release a sigh of resignation.
'I find it a formidable challenge to shape my thoughts into coherent questions,' he lamented. 'When I attempt to engage in conversation with Asselin, my words emerge as a tangled blur, leaving me to giggle at the nonsensical sounds that escape my lips. It is as if my tongue has yet to acquaint itself with the intricate dance of words upon my palate. Although this may appear to be a whimsical game, deep within, I yearn to express my innermost thoughts and emotions with crystal clarity.'
'To be honest, the journey of grappling with my limited ability to articulate my thoughts is far from enjoyable. More often than not, it leaves me consumed by an overwhelming sense of frustration and helplessness. Believe me, it is an experience that one would not willingly seek,' Elyon mused, his mind wandering to the countless instances where he had struggled to convey his innermost sentiments, only to be met with puzzled expressions or dismissed as an infant's babbling chorus.
There was a fleeting moment when Elyon, donning a determined expression, gazed into Asselin's eyes and mustered all his concentration to utter a coherent sentence.
"Give me the book," he intended to convey, gesturing towards the new tome she held in her hands. However, instead of the desired words, a string of unintelligible sounds tumbled from his mouth: "gabu ma guba but."
In response to Elyon's endearing attempt, Asselin's face softened into a gentle smile as she lovingly pinched his rosy cheeks, understanding the earnestness behind his garbled speech.
With an affectionate pat on his head, she left him to his own devices, allowing him to ponder the mysteries of language and the limitations of his own speech.
As Elyon's mind sought tranquility, he directed his focus towards embracing the realm of possibilities, steering away from dwelling on limitations and instead embracing the vast potential of his capabilities.
He persisted in honing his magical craft, exploring new avenues and pushing the boundaries of his abilities.
With each practice session, he felt himself grow stronger and more capable. And yet, it was a subtle shift in his approach that ultimately proved to be the catalyst for his sudden power boost.
Elyon devoted himself fully to the study of spirit magic, despite its limitations in range and its demanding requirements of focus, imagination, and willpower.
However, the rewards were immense, for each improvement he made in spirit magic had a cascading effect on his mastery of all other types of magic.
With each breakthrough, Elyon's power grew in leaps and bounds.
By devoting himself exclusively to spirit magic, Elyon was able to make astonishing progress, surpassing his previous limitations and achieving breakthroughs that had previously eluded him.
He no longer needed to switch between different elements of magic, allowing him to concentrate his efforts and make tremendous strides.
Occasionally, he would experiment with different elemental magics, using them as a gauge to measure his progress and deepen his understanding of their intricacies, particularly those elements to which he already had a natural affinity.
With this newfound progress, he was able to enhance his breathing technique.
Through the power of Sunshine, he not only observed the fluctuations of his Mana core with every practice but also gained a better understanding of the amount of Mana coursing through his body.
By utilizing Sunshine as a breathing technique, he could nourish his Mana core with world energy and enable its expansion. However, once the Mana core had reached its limit, he could only make further progress by physically compressing the core with his body's force.
Through a consistent and disciplined practice of expanding and compressing his Mana, his capacity surpassed not only that of his peers, but even exceeded his initial potential as a newborn.
With each cycle, his inner power grew stronger and more refined.
Once Elyon discovered and began practicing spirit magic, his control over his Mana both internally and externally became far more precise than ever before.
He honed his abilities with great dedication and discipline, allowing him to manipulate his energy in ways that were once impossible. With each new technique he mastered, he gained a deeper understanding of the intricate nuances of Mana manipulation, achieving a level of finesse.
Having developed his own breathing technique that harnesses the power of Sunshine, Elyon discovered remarkable qualitative changes within his body.
Unbeknownst to him, his physical prowess remained hidden, even as his body boasted an impressive strength.
The breathing technique he practiced not only provided glimpses into his untapped potential but also offered a tantalizing clue to the true extent of his capabilities.
However, it would only be through the passage of time and the growth of his power and wisdom that he would come to fully comprehend his extraordinary might. Remarkably, from the moment he entered this world, he had never once succumbed to illness.
Elyon understood that the improvement of his Mana core and body development were inextricably linked, and thus the mastery of his breathing technique was paramount to his continued growth and prosperity.
To escape the looming atmosphere of boredom, Elyon immersed himself in the captivating realm of spirit magic.
Lost in his playful experimentation, a curious thought began to tickle his mind. 'I can't help but wonder about Uncle Marduk's true strength,' he mused, reminiscing about their fateful encounter that had sparked his interest. 'I mean, he's supposedly my uncle, right?' Elyon couldn't help but chuckle at the amusing idea that had popped into his head. 'But what good would it do to question his strength? Guess I'll have to wait and see. I can't just magically teleport and ask him right now! can I?'
As Elyon's thoughts meandered, his focus wavered, causing a subtle transformation in the emerald tendrils of pure mana he was manipulating. The vibrant and dense tendrils began to shift, their color and density taking an unexpected turn.
Startled by the sudden change, Elyon snapped back to reality. "Whoa, hold on a second!" he exclaimed, sensing the potential danger lurking.
With swift reflexes, he abruptly halted the flow of mana into the expanding irregular sphere of pure energy, witnessing its emerald hue soften and lose its intensity.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Elyon took a moment to collect himself, grateful that disaster had been averted. "Phew, that was a close one. I should be more careful with my magical experiments," he said to himself, watching as the glow of the sphere gradually faded away into the surrounding air.
As the months flew by, the day Elyon eagerly awaited finally arrived. At the tender age of six months, he was gently placed on the ground, his small feet venturing into uncharted territory as he took his first tentative steps. Every movement was closely monitored, ensuring his safety.
This remarkable achievement defied the norms of infancy, for most little ones do not embark on their walking journey until they reach the age of ten to eighteen months.
Even crawling, a precursor to walking, often begins between seven to twelve months. Elyon's early strides mirrored the world he had known before, but held a touch of wonder, as if his destiny was already weaving a unique path for him.
Elyon's remarkable accomplishment left his devoted caretaker, Asselin, in a state of awe and overwhelming joy. She marveled at the unique qualities that set him apart from other infants.
As Elyon continued to thrive and flourish under Asselin's loving guidance, it became evident that he was no ordinary baby. While Elyon himself remained unperturbed by his early walking ability, Asselin's heart swelled with pride and happiness for him.
Furthermore, Elyon's development extended beyond physical milestones. He had progressed to the point where his babbling had transformed into coherent speech.
With each passing day, he delighted Asselin by stringing together real words, painting his thoughts and desires with clarity. It was a testament to Elyon's exceptional growth and the bond he shared with his nurturing caretaker.
It was as if he had shed an old skin, finally ridding himself of the discomfort that had plagued him whenever he attempted to articulate his thoughts.
Having no prior experience with infants in this unfamiliar world, discerning the optimal timing for each task proved to be a challenge.
More often than not, his rapid growth left his nana flabbergasted.
Yet, despite the abnormality of Elyon's development, it never caused any undue stress or complications.
What truly brought levity to the situation was the look of amazement etched across Asselin's face whenever Elyon accomplished feats that defied her already otherworldly expectations.
Teasing her was always a source of amusement for Elyon, as his nana's normally stoic expression would crumble into one of shock and amazement.
It was a small victory, but knowing that he had the power to elicit such a reaction from his caretaker filled Elyon with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
Amidst the occasional bouts of boredom, teasing his nana became one of Elyon's favorite pastimes.
In a mischievous moment, Elyon decided to weave his sound magic into a playful prank, orchestrating an illusion that filled the room with the convincing meows of an invisible feline.
As Asselin innocently searched high and low, an amused sparkle danced in Elyon's eyes, relishing the lighthearted mischief and the temporary sense of delightful bewilderment he had bestowed upon her.
It provided a small but much-needed source of entertainment, and a way to stave off the monotony that occasionally crept into his everyday life.
As the days turned into months, Elyon's progress only soared higher and higher.
It was truly fascinating that all the progress Elyon had made felt completely ordinary to him.
He possessed an unwavering confidence, as if he believed that if he truly desired something, nothing could prevent him from achieving it.
It seemed as though the world would inevitably comply with his wishes, and bend to his every will.
Immersed in a veil of arrogance, he carried himself with effortless charm, enhancing the beauty of his angelic face.
With each passing day, his strength grew ceaselessly, unhindered in its progress.
His command over magic and speed of growth were both terrifying, to say the least.
Whenever boredom struck, he would break from the norm and delight in watching Asselin's expressions fill with awe and amazement.
However, despite his growing curiosity, he felt mature questions orbiting within him that he couldn't quite voice. but he swallowed them down, keeping them close in mind.
"And what better way to find the answers to my questions than immersing myself in a library," he thought to himself, a hopeful glint in his eye as he imagined the knowledge that awaited him.
Within the confines of the mansion, an expansive and enigmatic library resided deep in the basement. It was rumored to be a sight of immense grandeur, captivating the imagination of all who spoke of it. Yet, regrettably, Elyon had yet to lay his eyes upon its wondrous shelves.
Driven by an insatiable curiosity, Elyon's longing to explore the forbidden depths of the library grew with each passing day. Unable to resist the allure any longer, he ventured to sneak his way in, his tiny feet tiptoeing with cautious determination.
However, his mischievous endeavor was abruptly halted as Asselin, ever watchful and perceptive, intercepted him before he could even take a step beyond the threshold of his own room.
No matter how hard he tried to come up with excuses or request permission, Elyon's plea for entry into the library was met with a resounding denial.
Asselin's unwavering resolve made it crystal clear that the library held a special place in the heart of the Duchess, serving as her sacred sanctuary where she immersed herself for hours on end.
The library, with its treasures of knowledge and fragile artifacts, remained firmly sealed and inaccessible to young Elyon.
Understandably, it was deemed too great a risk to entrust a child with such a precious and delicate environment.
Elyon, despite his exceptional abilities, carefully concealed his magical aptitude, ensuring that no suspicions were aroused. He conducted himself with utmost discretion, giving the impression of a prodigious mind in the making, whose actions were merely the early signs of a future genius.