92 Testing Dangers

Regin was ready with an answer, clearly he had put a lot of thought into it.

"No fucken clue."

"Seriously? No idea whatsoever?"

The dwarf could only shrug while tugging on his beard. "Hey, that orb already defies the structure of how classes work, so it could mean anythin. You could summon someone else's creature, it could be unique to you, or it could fail altogether."

"Why do you think it could fail?" Galahad never doubted the orb evolving his multi-class into something even greater, but if Regin said it might not work, then he was glad for choosing magician the previous night.

"That disgustin creation snuggle inside ya is the work of demons. I wouldn't expect everythin they design will work, they're mindless monsters for the most part. Failure is common among fools, and that I can attest to with one-hundred percent certainty."

"Alright, well I guess we should start getting back to working then." Galahad wanted to forget the idea that he was not only an abomination, but harnessing a demon that could take control whenever it felt like it.

"Oh, no." Regin stopped Galahad from getting up and grabbed the purple lens once again. "We need to keep seeing what else ya can do. Start breakin out the flashy crap magicians love so much."

Galahad could only sigh and brought up both palms up. He'd never used any form of magic outside of his small lightning arrow and support tethers. Trying to bring out another element was like learning to swim by diving head first into the deep end, so he stuck with creating two pockets of air pressure between his hands. It was the only thing he was capable of before the orb.

While silently concentrating on the flow of mana circulating around his palms, Regin gave a confused look and asked a question.

"Kid? Why aren't you chanting?"

Galahad started to chuckle at that, he finally had more knowledge in something the dwarf didn't. "For someone who acts all knowing, you sure don't have a grasp on how magicians work."

Galahad briefly explained that small acts of mana manipulation or quick skills as they were called, didn't need words imbued with magic. Something more complex like Rosetta's powerful spark skill was something else though, it was a physical performance of moving a person's mana frame that created more powerful reactions with mana. That was why some skills required chants and hand signs, while others were just a simple flick of the wrist.

"I'm surprised you didn't know all about that, its common for more than just magic wielders to know." Galahad snickered.

The dwarf simply shook his head and gave a snort. "All this crap about magicians and their magic skills being so great. Back in my old country, it was never about how much magic you could fit in a sword, it was all about the craftsmanship being better. Not something you'd ever get."

"Why? Cause I'm not dwarven?"

"Cause ya don't know what its like to be a creator! Focus on your magical crap, I'm not seeing much through hunk of glass."

Galahad didn't push the matter further and quietly worked his way through performing magic while still sitting in the chair. After twenty minutes, he managed to create some sparks of lightning between his hands using the principles of his old skill. It wasn't anything better than what he used to create, but the objective to relearn what he lost.

Once he accomplished that, he wanted to try a new element. Fire seemed the easiest to conjure in his mind, but it turned out to be a struggle. The mana vibrated rapidly yet something was missing, it need a push to react. He needed a something to push the heat over the edge and into combustion.

'Ah, what was it Rosetta used to always say? Something about an ignition.' Galahad tried to imagining a spark instead of just fire and it worked.

It worked a little too well.

Fire mana had been releasing from his hands for five minutes almost nonstop. He'd unknowingly built up a big charge and set it off when triggering it. The space in front of him erupted in a ball of flame, releasing a massive wave of heat and light at the same time.

Both Regin and Galahad were shocked at the combustion and looked at the empty space in surprise. Had it been any bigger, they might have set the workshop on fire. Luckily it just lit a few of Regin's beard hairs on fire and singed Galahad's eyebrows.

"Maybe test that one outside next time. Do yur next element."

Galahad practiced conjuring water and manipulating it like his mother used to with sink water in the kitchen or in the ponds by Teramore. Pulling the water mana out of the air was pretty difficult, he could only get a sphere of it the size of his thumb and could make it spin around along his palm.

The farther he pushed the water away from his body, the more difficult it was to maintain control. Galahad's control for every element did seem to worse the farther away it was from his body. Air was wildly fluid to work with, fire was very explosive, water took a lot of effort to gather from the surrounding mana, and then earth was a dangerous thing to place with while underground. The dwarf and human thought it best not to accidentally tamper with the dirt supporting the ceiling.

"Last thing, let's see how well yur conversion magic does." Regin pulled out a candle, a glass bottle of water, and a goat bladder.

Galahad was about to ask what the bladder was for until he watched Regin blow inside it to inflate it into a balloon. He grimaced at the action, but chose not to say anything

"I've never actually seen a person use conversion magic, do you have any idea how?"

Regin shook his head and didn't say anything, he only gestured to give it a try.

"Alright let's give it a go, just please don't explode again." Galahad whispered to himself and focused on the three elements in front of him.

A significant thing Galahad started to realize, was while using his magician class, the colors in his vision were changing. Whenever he started focusing on an element, all the colors from the other three simply faded away. He could still see the hints of mana an element he tried focusing on and he was curious why that was.

His strange vision filter became selective when manipulating an element, so he was curious what would have when he tried focusing on conversion. The naturally formed crystals for the magic was grey, but that didn't mean much when the world was nothing but colors.

Galahad started focusing on the lit candle and willed it to change.