Liam placed the book back on the desk and stood up, stretching his arms. The quiet of the night wrapped around him, the only sounds being the soft rustling of the curtains and the faint hum of myst in the air.
He positioned himself in the center of the room, allowing the flickering candlelight to cast a clear shadow on the wooden floor.
Focus on the basics. One step at a time.
He knelt slightly, bringing his hands together in a meditative stance, then closed his eyes. Drawing upon his myst, Liam visualized it flowing through his body, a steady current spreading to his fingertips and then pouring downward into the shadow cast by his form.
'Solidify... just like shaping clay,' he thought.
The first attempt was faint—a mere ripple in his shadow. The black outline quivered briefly but dissipated before it could take any tangible form.
Liam frowned, his brow furrowing. "Alright, that was weak. Let's try again."
