Here I stood, amongst a monument to human ingenuity, here I stood with the insight of great precision. With power and reserves that would make the greatest of mages balk at my talent. And all I did was mope. All I did was use the most baseline of abilities, I didn't cherish them, merely taking them for granted and using them by what the top of the tin said.
"I'm pathetic…" I sighed.
I raised my head and looked at the looming sun.
"I can't even innovate…"
One hand stayed on the rampart, the other raised until it lay completely parallel with the ground. I focused my power.
I won't stay the same. I've stagnated. I can't do that any longer.
Not with the looming threat.
I took a deep breath. There it was. A well of mana so deep that it may well be an ocean of mystical might. I took another breath, this time releasing all of the precise restrictions I had placed over them.
