To say that the situation was tense would be an understatement so gross, that it no longer had anything to do with the truth.
Sitting cross-legged right in front of what others perceived as a simple, freshly finished wall with a weird, metal frame sticking out of it, I continued to stare right into said wall with passion and intent one could see on a man's face only in the bedroom.
'Just what secrets do you hold?' I thought, gazing as deep into the fabric of the portal.
I was supposed to find a way to power it up… and here I was, unable to resist the desire to adore and analyze the infinitely complex logic weaved into the spell right before my eyes.
'Still, it's just a spell so it's aura it should need.'
This realization was pretty obvious. To a degree, the system said so itself with how it didn't introduce any new statistic I could use to measure how much I could charge the gate in one go.
