90 Box of Stones

"What?" Regin had Galahad repeat the name.

"Elemental Conduit. I found out last night so I didn't-"

"No, not that!" Regin was practically fuming, he was tugging his beard like it was to be torn off. "We need to start studyin these changes now!"

Regin took Galahad downstairs in a rush and was analyzing everything with his giant purple lens as soon as he could find it.

Galahad was accustom from such behavior, but he had to shut his eyes once he entered the workshop floor. Whatever ability [ Mana Indicator ] was, he was beating against his eyes. Being outside, he'd only see a few colorful and bright wisps in the sky or around people, but the workshop was different.

Every inch of the room was lit up with an intense aura or glowing concentration. It hurt trying to focus on anything, so he simply shut his eyes to temporarily manage it.

As Galahad sat in the stool, he could hear the dwarf mumbling over and over, whisper random comments while staring at everything through his device. After a while, he started commanding actions.

"Where is your Chi Flow? Bring it back."

"What do you mean?" Galahad checked time see his battle class structure was still there. With a brief moment of focus, he could feel the running heat of Chi still in his body.

"No no- you diminished your mana frame. Bring both up at the same time."

"I . . . can't." Galahad quickly realized his classes weren't overlapping; when he focused one class, the other one decided to disappear. He tried focusing on both at the same time, but he had already ran into that issue while meditating.

He pulled up his Status window and realized only one class would fill in the slot next to his experience bar. Dampening his idea of fighting demons with a two-class combo.

Regin immediately realized the problem and could only shrugged, he was just as new into the situation as Galahad. There was nothing he could do about it for now except examine the internal reactions of energy inside Galahad.

"Ah well, try en' make some magic like ya did upstairs. Whatever that popping noise was."

Galahad shook his head and explained that the cracking noise was a lazy attempt to make a mana tether. If a magic skill wasn't completed, they tended to blow up or make a minor disturbance to the mana in the air. The more complex the chants or hand signs were, bigger the blacklash most likely was for a magician.

"I don't know what skills or elements I can control. I used to create support tethers and could conjure a tiny amount of lightning, but that was before the exploding orb."

"Alright, gimme a moment. I have something that can speed this along."

Regin went somewhere deep in the workshop, meaning whatever he was fishing out hadn't been used in a long time. Galahad stayed seated on the stool and watched the colors around him constantly change.

"God I hope this isn't permanent, I can't focus on anything." Galahad thought as he switched to Spartan class. The colors soon faded and his vision went back to normal.

'Well at least it won't be an issue when I'm in a combat class.'

"Ya think you'll still have yur old abilities?" Regin asked from somewhere deep inside the clutter of active experiments.

Galahad had been wondering if he'd ever get his old class and powers back, but it didn't seem to be the case anymore, so he answered with his opinion.

"I don't think so, this power seems more fixated on offense and firepower, I doubt support magic comes into play for me anymore."

"Think about how our bodies operate though, every living being has a soul, generating certain amounts of chi, mana, and life force; sometime we get summoners which additionally produce some other crap for opening portals to other worlds."

"Well no shit, the Etherite kingdom would be leaving battle classes and summoners in the middle of the dungeon without anyway out." Galahad was already familiar with this concept. It was one of the earliest things he learned in Thorne's introductory class.

"But why would the old stuff fade when the mana frame never truly died out inside you? At most, it could have reset into something new, and the very least would be the mana frame in your body is only waking back up."

"Huh, I didn't think to much about how it was affected. I'll only know when you get your speedy test out from storage."

"Ya need to start learning how to connect the dots."

"Or I could just have perfect memory like you." Galahad sarcastically suggested while switching back to Elemental Conduit.

His head aching was worsening from the colors blaring across his vision again. So he had to shut his eyes. He tried meditating to see if he could solve the strange visual filter internally, following the way the mana moved about his body. Nothing seemed to work.

The rummaging noises eventually ended, and Galahad opened his eyes to Regin handling a small, wood-crafted chest that reminded him of a jewelry box his father gave to his mother years ago as a birthday gift.

When Regin opened it, Galahad could see nine circular-cut crystals resting in velvet-covered slots, each a different color that matched the aura he was seeing with his weird vision. There was yellow, blue, red, brown, black, white, gray, green, and purple. Together they were leaking a weird rainbow in his sight, not helping him fix it at all.

"Damn, you've got mana crystals for every basic element in there." Galahad said while squinting at against the brightness.

"Of course I do, why wouldn't a master craftsman carry around all the different types of elemental crystals?"

"Um . . . I don't know. Why?"

"Shut ya trap and pick one up, let's see what it your new class does."

Galahad had seen this form of testing years before. Back when he was around eight years old, he experienced a similar test to figure out what element his body could produce.

Every magician, no matter if they were offensive, defensive, healing, or crafting based; they were able to manipulate at least a single form of raw element. Rosetta had an easy manipulation of fire, since her class was specifically used the element for attacking. Galahad's mother, Sora was an enchanter, her primary ability was creating arrays, but she could still manipulate small amounts of water.

Then Galahad had one skill that generated small air currents that exploded into a lightning arrow when rubbed against one another. It was a minor ability like his mother's water because all his other magical abilities were based on supporting the people around him.

The first one Regin gave Galahad was the yellow crystal that resonated with the air mana. As soon as he touched it, the crystal shined a little bit brighter, seemed he still had some wind magic in his body after all.

He went to set the crystal back in its slot; when all of sudden, the entire box grew brighter. Half the crystals were glowing as they were resonating with its own mana. Galahad immediately withdrew his hand from the little chest and look at Regin.

"You don't think . . ." Galahad started to trail off.

"Well your new class's name would make a lot more sense than just a broad term, and I'll admit I've seen stranger things happen."

Regin crossed his short, burly arms and watched Galahad put his hand near the box again.

It was enough to make Galahad's jaw drop and the Regin's eyebrows to jump a few inches up his brow. One-by-one, Galahad pulled out the red, blue, yellow, brown, and gray crystal. Those five were glowing his palm, the remaining four were still dull in the box.

"Five. Five elements. How?"