Asher paused, considering the idea. The thought of shaping oneself to fit magic felt both freeing and dangerous. He couldn't imagine the kind of control it must take.
"I get how that could make someone stronger," he said, thinking aloud. "But it sounds like a lot of work. Your magic circuits are so different from mine. How did you get to this point?"
"It wasn't easy," she replied. "It took years of study and experimentation. I had to reshape my circuits, build them from the inside out, until they became... well, what you see now."
"But isn't it dangerous? In the book, you said there's a 99.99% death rate. How did you come up with those numbers? If you're fine now, it means you succeeded in one go, or you wouldn't be sitting here."
"Did I ever say I succeeded on my first try?" she raised an eyebrow.
"What do you mean?" Asher asked, confused.
She let out a soft laugh. "I failed 4,257 times before I succeeded."
