Scouting
"Hey Kiii~r, look what I can do!"
Stella's voice was not a welcome intrusion into Kir's daily meditation.
He'd been trying to do what Amarena instructed, creating a form for his wrath by incorporating it into what they'd both discovered to be normal mana compression. Yet somehow it was much harder than he'd expected. Like trying to fill a mold from the bottom up with water, and expecting it to stick, only to lose it all to gravity.
Gravity - in this case, the natural attraction of his mana to itself - kept pulling his efforts out of the mental construct he'd come up with, and it required constant attention for him to shift his mana into the 'mold' in the first place. As soon as he thought of this, it occurred to him that magnetism was a better concept. Mana was like working with magnetic fluid... or something.
His self-delving had grown more precise in an attempt to cope with the disparity between his body and mana, some things became obvious to him.