Deep in Dante's mind's eye, there was a sea of light spots around him. If his spiritual core was the center point of this void-like world, then around a short distance away from it, separated by a strangely thin yet invisible barrier (which should be his body), there was an endless nebula-like existence in every direction. It had millions of different colors in every single inch of it, alternating randomly.
Dante was in awe of it at first until he realized what this meant. In truth, the hard part about becoming or being a mage was raising one's Spiritual Power, because that was the source of your power and what generated your abilities.
Absorbing or using elements was never really a problem because they were the fuel for the spells one made. They were present in every environment, in some more than others, so there was no situation where one could not gather them for their own use.
