The class was over before they even realized it.
They were so immersed in circulating their Aether that time passed in what felt like a second.
It was the exact same feeling that Emir had during his time at the Well Of Eternity, though his focus had been far more intense.
There was no doubt that the technique they had just begun to learn would stir chaos among the upper echelons of Earth's Celestial Hierarchy.
Their fathers and mothers demonstrated no such knowledge.
A few of them were much stronger than Emir, but they were stiff—too stiff.
The level of control was simply incomparable.
Those 'named' knew that the best.
Especially Sofia.
As the training freak she was, she understood just how groundbreaking this all was.
Emir was combining the freedom of Spell Weavers with the increased output of the other specialists.
In layman's terms, he was getting the best of both worlds: flexibility and power.
