324 CCCXXIV. A Voice That Take Shape

"I told you, Egill... it's not his time yet. Dag is too young, as he may already be able to access a level 9 skill... I've never been able to do it either, you're the only one who knows two" Dargeon whispered in Egill's ears, avoiding distracting Dag, who still had his eyes closed.

"Let's let him try..." he answered, but just then, Dag released the hold. 

"I can't! Did you see it? I already knew, it was just a waste of time!" he snorted, dropping the book on the table with a stinging gesture, annoyed that he had not even managed to move the cover.

He walked slightly off the table and looked at the two Masters, which tried to console him.

"You had to try, Dag. You'll see, one day you'll be able to open it and..."

*tzzz*

As Egill was speaking, a sudden sound interrupted him.

Dag looked down: Magni's hammer had inadvertently produced small sparks, without his command.

"What the hell..." 

*tzzz*slash*tzzz*