Adara was growing frustrated, during their escape from the underground auction to the streets of Corcilus, she was able to progress her light magic proficiency to the next level.
And therefore, she attempted a spell that was previously out of reach for her, a concentrated beam of golden light, Aureum Tormentum.
It was strong enough to pierce through regular flesh and bone, although it disperses upon hitting other magic.
But regardless, no matter how much she practised, it was impossible to aim it straight. She didn't know anyone who knew light magic, so there was no help there.
Firing again, trying to his a spot on her stone wall, it once again misfired, and burnt a hole through her wardrobe maybe a couple meters away from it.
Frustration gnawed at Adara as her attempts to master the Aureum Tormentum spell continued to falter. Despite her determination, the beam of golden light seemed to have a mind of its own, veering off course with each attempt.
With a heavy sigh, Adara surveyed the scorch mark on her wardrobe, a tangible reminder of her ongoing struggle. She had hoped that her escape from the underground auction and subsequent training sessions would yield better results, but the elusive spell remained beyond her grasp.
"I just can't seem to get it right," she muttered to herself, frustration tinged with disappointment evident in her voice.
As she paced back and forth in her room, contemplating her next move, a sudden knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Startled, Adara crossed the room and opened the door to find Ronan standing in the doorway, a stern expression on his face.
"What in the realms is going on in here?" Ronan demanded, his deep voice echoing in the room. "It sounds like a battle between dragons!"
Adara, slightly flustered, lowered her hands, the golden light dissipating. "Apologies, Ronan. I'm just trying to master a new spell, but it seems to have a mind of its own."
Ronan raised an eyebrow, skeptical. "Mastering spells is a quiet affair. You're disturbing the peace of the mansion."
Adara sighed, realizing she might have pushed the boundaries. "I know, Ronan. I'll try to keep it down."
Ronan, still unimpressed, scrutinized the burnt hole in the wardrobe. "This better not become a habit. Lord Hypnos does not tolerate unnecessary disturbances."
Adara bit her tounge to keep quite, she knew for a fact that Hypnos didn't care about the noise, after all, it wasn't too long ago when he kept the both of them up because of his small obsession with sound magic...
Speaking of, she wondered what forms of magic did her enigmatic master have dominion over.
There was time, sound, fire, shadow, poison, water and probably plenty of others she was unaware of.
There was still that mysterious element that gave him the aura of sleep... As well as the purple glow.
Ronan, seemingly satisfied with his warning, left Adara to her practice. She closed the door, determined to resume her attempts at mastering Aureum Tormentum, once Ronan was out of ear shot.
Undeterred by the setbacks, Adara focused her mind and conjured the golden light once again. This time, she tried to channel her frustration into a controlled release of energy. The spell shimmered in the air, showing signs of a slightly steadier trajectory.