The next day, Nikolas sat across from Azil in the library, the warm glow of the chandelier and fireplace casts a golden light on their faces. Azil's eyes sparkled with interests as he gestured towards the flames. "Try to manipulate this fire to die out" he instructed, his voice serious.
Nikolas raised an eyebrow, his expression confused. "How can I? You haven't told me how to do it, and you expect me to just...figure it out?" he asked, his voice laced with frustration.
Azil's smile was wicked. "Feel it from within, and that will lead you," he said, his words was not good enough.
Nikolas' rolled his eyes , his mind racing with how to strangle Azil . Feel it from within? Was Azil mad? But he couldn't say that out loud, not when Azil was trying to teach him something he didn't know. So instead , he took a deep breath, closed his eyes and focused on the flames.