50 The Medium of Magic - In Surface

A light struck out of the seed, almost blindingly bright. Its color was first in a bright yellow gleam, akin to the shade of sunlight. And then, it shifted into the color of a cold, cyan-blue. As if on cue, Faustina's hand slowly bent into a grip, as a wood slowly grew, expanding and shining in her hand in place of the seed.

Her medium of magic.

"W-what is this?"

"The medium is being created," the king says. "It is taking form with your mana, the seed enveloped in your palm absorbed the magic coursing through your veins."

Faustina gulped, staring intently. The seed grew in a form of a bent, horizontal line. Its patterns were intricate and was laced with emblems and marks Faustina cannot recognize. Glowing, cyan dots resonated across the whole staff, as it grew its hilt. From the opposite side grew a deformity, and on its top, the seed glinted.

Faustina saw how it glowed so brightly—a cyan-colored glow. A cold, encompassing light.

And then it appeared.