I stood at the edge of Lake Gayank, shifting uncomfortably in the armor Lucius had forced on me. This was the hundredth time I'd told him it was too heavy, but he just kept ignoring me.
"This armor is ridiculous," I huffed, tugging at the straps. "I can barely move, let alone focus on...whatever it is we're supposed to be doing here."
Lucius, as always, didn't even flinch. He was standing a few feet away, flipping through some ancient, dusty book like he hadn't heard me. Finally, he glanced up, his piercing gaze settling on me with that infuriating calmness.
"It's not the armor," he said, holding the book open to a page covered in strange diagrams. "It's your energy. You're letting it spill out in every direction, like a leaky bucket. If you don't control it, the armor will feel like it weighs a ton."
