Morgan's heart raced as he stepped out of the dimly lit room, leaving Jamie behind. The air outside felt electric, a stark contrast to the tension he had just left. He could feel it—the pulse of the world around him, alive with possibilities. Elias's voice echoed in his mind, reminding him that his imagination was the key to unlocking the potential of his ability.
"Focus, Morgan. You need to tap into your AE," Elias encouraged, his presence a steadying force. "Reach out to your surroundings. Feel what's there."
With each step into the training yard, Morgan scanned his environment. The landscape sprawled out before him—an expanse of crumbling stone walls, overgrown with weeds, and the remnants of a once-mighty fortress. He drew in a deep breath, trying to shake off the fear that had started to creep in. He needed to test this new power, to see what he could create.
"Let's get something's attention," he shouted into the open air, the sound of his voice echoing back at him. It felt absurd, but he needed a challenge. He needed to see how far he could push this ability to conjure reality from his imagination.
"Imagine what you want to summon," Elias instructed, his voice calm yet firm. "Visualize it clearly, and it will respond to your call."
Morgan nodded, feeling a surge of determination wash over him. He closed his eyes for a moment, visualizing a creature—something formidable to face. He imagined a massive, muscular beast with scales that glinted in the sunlight, powerful and awe-inspiring.
As he concentrated, he could feel his AE stirring within him, an energy that thrummed with potential. He focused harder, picturing the creature in vivid detail: its fierce eyes, its sharp claws, the way it would dominate the training yard.
"Now!" Elias urged. "Let it come to life!"
With a burst of will, Morgan opened his eyes, projecting the image of the creature into the world. A ripple of energy surged through him, and before his eyes, the beast materialized—a magnificent dragon-like entity, its scales shimmering and its wings unfurling with a powerful whoosh.
"Woah!" Morgan exclaimed, stepping back in awe as the creature roared, filling the air with a sound that echoed through the yard. This was incredible! He had done it—his imagination had transformed into something real.
But the exhilaration was short-lived. The creature turned its massive head toward him, its fierce gaze locking onto his with an intensity that made him falter. Suddenly, the reality of what he had created hit him—this creature was not just a manifestation of his imagination; it was a powerful being with its own instincts and desires.
"Control it, Morgan!" Elias's voice broke through the haze of awe. "You can't just create and expect it to obey. You need to assert your will!"
Morgan swallowed hard, his heart pounding as he tried to regain his composure. The creature took a step forward, its muscles coiling with tension, ready to spring. He could sense the primal energy radiating from it—wild, untamed, and threatening.
"Stay back!" he shouted, instinctively raising his hands. But the creature didn't heed his warning; it lunged toward him, a flash of scales and teeth.
Panic surged through him, and he instinctively visualized a barrier—a wall of shimmering light that would shield him from the beast's advance. The image flashed vividly in his mind, and he could feel the energy swell within him as he conjured it.
The wall sprang forth, a brilliant barrier that shimmered into existence just in time to absorb the impact of the creature's charge. The force rattled through him, but the barrier held strong, glowing brightly as the creature pressed against it.
"Good! Now focus!" Elias urged. "Maintain it. Keep your mind clear!"
Morgan gritted his teeth, pouring his concentration into the barrier, willing it to stay intact. The creature clawed at the light, growling in frustration, its fierce eyes locking onto Morgan's. He felt its rage, a reflection of his own doubts and fears swirling within him.
"What if it breaks? What if I can't hold it?" The thoughts crept in, threatening to unravel his focus. But he pushed them away, recalling Elias's words about the power of belief and imagination.
He began to envision the creature's energy—he could sense its intensity, feel the raw power radiating from it. "I can't just create and hope for the best," he muttered to himself, realization dawning. "I have to understand it."
With a surge of determination, Morgan shifted his focus. Instead of fighting the creature, he pictured it calming, its anger dissipating like mist in the morning sun. He concentrated on the creature's fierce eyes, willing them to soften, to see him not as a threat but as a potential ally.
To his astonishment, the creature's growls quieted, its muscles relaxing as it regarded him with a newfound curiosity. He could feel the energy shifting, responding to his will. The barrier pulsed with a warm light, a bridge between them that began to connect their energies.
"Now you're getting it!" Elias cheered. "You can influence not just your creations but their emotions too. You need to learn to harness this connection."
Morgan nodded, feeling the bond strengthen between him and the creature. It was a delicate dance of energy, each thread woven from his imagination and the his own essence that left his body to form the beast.
But just as he felt a sense of triumph surging within him, he remembered the earlier impulse—a fleeting thought of imagining the creature dead, silencing it once and for all. He could still see it vividly in his mind, a dark fantasy that felt almost too tempting.
"What if I just—" he began, but then hesitation gripped him. He imagined the creature collapsing, lifeless at his feet, but nothing happened. The creature remained very much alive, its eyes still bright with awareness, not swayed by his darker impulse.
The reality struck him like a punch to the gut. This power had its limits; he couldn't simply will death upon a being, even one he had summoned.
"I can't just think about it and expect it to happen," he murmured, shaken by the realization. The weight of his imagination was a heavy burden, one that demanded responsibility and control.
He took a step back, shaking off the dark thoughts. "No. I can create, I can control, but I cannot destroy instantly," he declared firmly.
"By that i mean i can't just wish my enemy dead rather..." Morgan thought of a spear of light and it formed in his hand. Chucking the spear it landed in the beasts head killing it immediately.
"I can harm things just not instantly they must be a delay between the death in order for it to work..."