Hans caressed Ember's slender body as he sat on the leather seat of his jet.
His gaze was lost in the distance and his mind was wandering amongst a sea of thoughts.
He had to figure out a way to utilize his powers better than he could at the moment, and he also had to fill the gap he was lacking by learning and creating a lot of new spells.
The current state of his spells was this:
{Fire path}(tier-7)
{ice path}(tier-7)
{wind path}(tier-6)
{gravity path}(tier-5)
{water path}(tier-5)
{earth path}(tier-5)
{light path}(tier-5)
{thunder's path}(tier-4)
{nature's path}(tier-4)
Clearly an incredible list for any mage, and a great peak in the fire and ice spells… but that was nowhere near close to being enough for what Hans hoped to achieve before even calling himself a proper eight-tier mage.
