Aur sank into deep thought, sitting cross-legged in one of the ready-made caves he had just constructed with his bare arms.
His brows furrowed as he peered into his mental space. The spells there were all rotating around his vital spell.
The pale blue mana covered almost fifty percent of his entire mental space already.
The main problem was that there were too many spells, including the ones he had acquired from the Alchemist Elmer, the peak tier one wizards, and the head Elder.
In total, he had accumulated twenty-three spells. However, this wasn't advantageous; instead, the walls of his mental space started to crumble under the pressure of these countless spells.
As a mid-grade mental space, he simply couldn't hold so many spells.
"I need to discard some of these spells," he decided, with a decisive glint in his eyes. He summoned his system.
"Muscle System."
