In this world their are 5 types of magic.
first Soul magic it is also known as the magic of the kings, It allows you to read other people's minds and influence their deepest fears.
Koman interrupted the man , „Does this kind of magic really exist? scary"
„Yes, but this magic cannot be learned unlike the others, it is much more selective; only certain people get such a significant power"
The mysterious magician continued
„secondly, control over the forces of nature such as fire, water, earth, lightning, and air. This type of magic can be learned by anyone with the necessary talent"
Amon said „normal magic, like in any fairy tale"
„The third magical power is really something special. It is time magic. A rare and powerful talent that allows the user to slow down, speed up time or briefly look into the past or future."
„fourthly, illusions magic The power to distort reality, to create illusions to deceive enemies or manipulate perception."
„and lastly darkness magic a really terrible magic these people who have this magic suddenly get it as soon as they lose their humanity important to mention that not everyone can get this magic."
Excited and surprised at the same time, Koman and Amon asked many questions about magic, while the wise man was answering their questions, they suddenly noticed a shadow falling over the ruins. King Zylir had appeared, obviously looking for the two. He had gotten wind of their plans to move outside of Manzenier.
Koman and Amon were frozen and stood speechless.
Zylir listened to everything the wizard said, ignoring Koman and Amon. He went straight to the magician and said to him: „How do you get this magic? Tell me, old man."
Amon said in a low tone, "Bastard, he heard everything, why did he of all people have to get in our way?"
„So you want to learn magic, okay, stand here and I'll perform a ritual" The magician stretched out his arms and suddenly countless shimmering sources of light filled the air around him. They sparkled in all colors, as if they were the essence of lost stars. The springs flew in circles around Zylir, surrounding him as if weighing his worth, testing his innermost being. Whispering voices came from them - ancient, strange voices, pondering the meaning of the election. The springs moved faster and faster, as if caught in a cosmic dance.
Koman felt his heart pounding in his throat, Amon rubbed his hands restlessly. The old magician paused, looking serious, and said another mantra that brought things full circle. The air around them became heavier, as if time itself was stopping. Every source of light, every flame, every glow now carried a judgment within it.
Zylir stood in the middle of the raging swirl of lights, calm, self-assured, almost arrogant. A smug smile played on his lips, as if he already knew what to expect. Koman couldn't believe how unshakable the king seemed - as if even the forces of fate couldn't shake his resolve.
Then the decision sounded:
„Souls Magic"
The light sources combined into a powerful beam that passed through Zylir, enveloping him in a blinding aura. Everything around them was bathed in bright white, and for a moment it seemed as if he stood alone between worlds - a being that was more than human.
Koman felt a shiver run down his spine. Amon stood there with his mouth open, speechless, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. Even the old magician who had conducted the ritual seemed surprised - as if he had never expected that Zylir would actually be blessed with this gift.
"That's impossible..." the magician murmured, stunned. "Soul magic... Only the chosen ones of this world..."
Koman stared at Zylir, a feeling of awe, envy—and fear stirring within him. Amon pressed his lips together as if he wanted to say something, but no words came from his lips. Zylir, on the other hand, calmly raised his head, his eyes sparkling with triumphant self-assurance.
„I told you," Zylir spoke quietly, his voice gentle and dangerous at the same time. "I was born to be special."
The king took a step forward, the magic still around him like an aura. "And now," he said, "that power is mine."
Suddenly, an explosion of light emerges from the altar. Everyone present becomes aware of Zylir's past.