Remirg Kryptos gave a disappointed sigh when the hovering SN2 crashed on the ground, floating freely for a matter of few seconds without Remirg's prana. Apparently, this spell in itself needed to be mastered over time. There was something missing in Remirg's spells. Something really was missing.
Though still, he didn't have any more time to spare. The sun has started to shift towards the horizon, its bright figure displacing radially through the circumference of the sky.
The days may be long, but not long enough.
Raising his cupped firsts again, thrusting them into the air, Remirg concentrated on the pot again.
Closing his eyes, he let the world energy seep into himself, letting it regulate the flow of its prana. The flow of nature's prana entering at a minuscule amount in him was enough to increase the angular velocity of his magical core.