World of Magic

Altair had found fascination within the World of Shadows Grimoire. From the moment it touched his palm to the second he opened the first page, a sense of authority roiled over his skin. Each page felt cold to the touch. It had reminded him of the dead of space. And yet a sense of premonition weighted over his mind with each touch and flip of a page.

He found himself lost, his sea of consciousness enthralled by the first page listing the Enochian and Infernal alphabet. He had found them simple to grasp, but Luna forbade him from attempting to speak it alone.

'There was power in all things,' She'd told him weeks before. 'It's essentially true with the language of the Seraphim and Fallen.'

Such a command had proven to be frustrating to the young Altair, but he had found solace as each letter and curvature of runes found itself within his consciousness, buzzing aimlessly.

Applications quickly coveted his consciousness as words began to gather within his mind. In a matter of an hour to a span of a few weeks, Altair had found himself proficient enough to speak the Enochian and Infernal language.

"Continue to the next page," Came the voice of Luna with an adamant stare.

At her words, the mature expression he always portrayed broke into a childlike smile as he followed her instruction towards the Rune Circle written in Enochian.

"Shadow Cage," Said Altair in Enochian. Noting the five-star pentagram, each carrying a different sigil.

"Oh?" Caught by surprise, Luna hid her expression. It was widely known that only the Seraphim could speak Enochian as he just did. A racial trait that was unique to very few species. Even those that held the ability required hundreds of years of trial and error.

Suddenly the Rune Circle lit up with magical light dark as the very night. Eerie fog rose from the earth, gathering ten meters in diameter around Altair's ankles.

[Shadow Cage is Active]

"Big sis… what is this?"

"You like it?" Luna rang, with a bright smile, her eyes focused on the grimoire in his hand. "Seems your Mother gave you quite a big gift. At least for now, we can mask your weakness with this grimoire. Look there" She pointed towards the fog of darkness. "As you can see within the grimoire, Shadow Cage consists of Five Sigils crafted from a cluster of runes: Domain, Shadow, Trap, Fog, and Mana: This is a five-star tier-one spell. The Mana Sigil gives the spell power. The Fog Sigil gives the spell form. The Trap Sigil gives the spell intent. The domain Rune just as it sounds, gives the spell range. And lastly, the Shadow Sigil gives the spell a target in which to trap."

"So if there is no shadow, their spell will fail?"

"That is incorrect," Luna declared. " The spell will become active. But It'll merely lack a target."

"Then how does a spell determine size and Range? Why is the diameter only ten meters? Why did the spell start at my feet? Can I control—

"Easy! My cute little brother. Size and Range are determined by the Mana given to the grimoire, but as it has a core, it can generate and regenerate its own Mana. Now as to why the spell began at your feet. It was because the Grimore made it so. That book you hold has a mind and holds an added function called 'Spell Assist.' Without the grimoire, you'll need the XYZ coordinates alongside perfect control of Mana Nodes. And before you ask, Mana Nodes are microscopic nodes of mana smaller than atoms. By manipulating these microscopic nodes and directing them to your desired location, you'll be able to target any location you can perceive."

And her eyes came sharp as she pointed directly at Altair's eyes. A shard of ice suddenly sprang into being, a millimeter away from his eye.

Altair felt his skin crawl as his instincts warned of any movement, yet… he was smiling. Enthralled by what Luna had done.

"Get good enough, and you can explode someone's brain simply by manipulating Mana within their skulls. It's quite simple."

'But I could also use it to heal someone. I'd beagle to target viruses or poisons on a fundamental level." The young prince mused, muttering to himself, his words turning Luna silent as she stared grimly.

'I see now… I think I get why Altair can't control Mana. He truly is like her. ' She thought, sweeping her gaze towards her disciple in the forest and then back to Altair. She clapped her hands: "Keep practicing this spell, but try it in Infernal next time before trying to control the direction of Mana."

Wonder flashed through Altair as he fell in love with the idea of magic. As intoxicating as he felt wielding his sword. Altair quickly found an entire world he never thought possible. Despite the repetition, Altair quickly found his control and understanding of the spells growing. And yet, with each cast, each breakdown through the seven days of continuous casting, Altair's eyes slowly began to find themselves within the center of the Pentagram.

It was bare. Almost as if it was missing a major component.

During this time, Altair had learned the World of Magic was on a level of its own. The runes of Enochian were only the beginning. It wasn't enough to know an ancient language. He needed to learn how to build sigils.

Sigils were the heart of all magic.

He had memorized five already: Domain, Shadow, Trap, Fog, and Mana. And each of them was complex with a fundamental purpose that could be seen in many other spells.

"Big Sis," Altair began turning towards Luna with a perplexed expression. "Can we add another sigil within the heart of this Pentagram?"

"I see you've noticed. You can, but that spot is usually reserved for your crest." She responded.

"Mine?"

"As sentient beings, we are slaves to our emotions and desires. Each of our desires is predicated on how we live our lives. It's what makes you, you." And her fingers danced through the air as light trailed after her finger. In less than half a heartbeat, Altair saw a beautiful crescent moon shimmering with untold wonder. "This is my Sigil, birth from my very soul upon the day I came into being. By adding it into any spell, you'll not just gain full authority over your spell, but you'll be able to enhance it with your emotions and life experiences."

"Desires, emotions, and experiences have power?"

"Indeed," Luna whispered, dismissing her Sigil. " If you are able to find your Sigil in this lifetime. You will fundamentally be able to—"

"Like this?"

"—Make your spell ten times… What the Hell!"