Morning Lesson
Tana tossed her hair over her shoulder, a smile on her lips. "The correct way? And what would you know about that?"
I ignored her skepticism and held out my hand. My staff appeared in a flash of stars, and she sat up, suddenly realizing I was serious.
"Starlight, what are you…?"
Without bothering to respond, I seized my mana and began to cast. Over the past few days, my mana had increased enough to cast roughly four first-circle spells-still far from enough for an array. But with the staff's help, it should be enough.
The array I cast was the first of its kind, something I'd been working on before I was sold to Lord Byron. The large-scale battles in the Gate had been an unwelcome wake-up call to the nature of war, and the limited influence I could exert on an entire battlefield. So many soldiers had died before I could save them, something that haunted me the day.
"Life Mist," I whispered.