Memories.

Alec observed as the eyes of the astral projection underwent a transformation, in that moment, he felt a peculiar pressure emanating from the figure before him.

It wasn’t the typical pressure that stemmed from someone being stronger; it was a deeper sense of power that made Alec feel insignificant, like a mere speck of dust that could be easily brushed away if he wasn’t cautious.

“You punk, this is the second time you’ve awakened a sliver of my consciousness, how are you able to summon me to this space?” Solara questioned, his words throwing Alec off guard, this wasn’t following the script that Alec had anticipated.

According to the plan, the astral projection of the mage was supposed to introduce himself and proceed with demonstrating the Fire Wheel spell, imprinting every muscle movement and detail into Alec’s memory to help him grasp the spell completely.