Races: Online

When the Headmaster was done with his conversation with the Battle Mage… Han almost felt bad for the man that welcomed them, somewhat begrudgingly into class. The man for all of his pompous and self-aggrandizing attitude was actually a decent teacher.

The man treated Ellynn like any other Student.

Perhaps as long as one could perform magic then there was no grudge held against them. The only problem was that neither he and Timothy had actually performed any spell in the past and thus resulted in this situation. The two were made to stand up in front, the eyes of the people on them.

"Since your three day absence in my class," The Professor began and motioned with his wand. 

Absence? Han scrunched up his nose. The man was going to place the fault in them rather than himself? His respect could only go so far. 

The Battle Mage eyed them with a little more restrained disgust, "All of your peers have already learned and mastered at least a half of the Spells in the Hundred Evocation Spellbook, but considering your special circumstances I cannot expect the same for the two of you. Within your three day absence, I hope to at least hear of any results in your mage studies?"

Results? The only thing that he had learned was—

"Professor Carnus, the two of us have learned how to perform the [ Light ]Spell." Timothy spoke up.

"The [ Light ] Spell?" The older man furrowed his brow. "A Tier 0 Spell, one of the easiest to learn—even a young child could perform it during say the time that they woke up in the middle of the night during a nightmare and their mana lamp was already closed. That's the only application I can see with this Spell."

A few jeers and chuckles emanated from the group behind them.

But this wasn't anything new for him.

"I mean you could also use it when you're in a dungeon or a dark cave?" Han scratched the back of his head. With the way that the Professor was speaking, being able to turn the [ Light ] into a disco ball wasn't going to impress him in any way—they needed to convince him that they were combat ready.

Professor Carnus scoffed, "Dungeon-diving with a [ Light ] Spell? You'd simply make yourself a target for the creatures of the dark. An impractical method when you can cast a spell to allow you to see through darkness or even drink a potion for that. A waste of mana even, I do not understand why out of all the spells in the evocation book—that is the one that the two of you attempted to learn."

Alright, that made some sense… but Han didn't know there was any potion. Was he lucky that he got [ Night Vision ] then? Maybe, but that once again didn't help him. The Professor would mock him further for having that Skill and still insisting on a [ Light ] spell.

"Very well then, the two of you shall perform it for me—I hope that there is at least no flaw in performing that spell if you've wasted three days to learn it."

It hadn't even taken them half a day to learn it! But Timothy and him were going to prove it through their actions instead, alright the two of them could do it. He glanced to his right—

And there was already a ball of light hovering in Timothy's hands!

Han blinked and fought back the urge to smack himself in the face. Alright, he wasn't that far off from the buildings and when he closed his eyes. He could sense the mana in the air and concentrate on drawing it to him—controlling that energy in his fingertips.

Concentrate.

He needed to form its shape—no, no what was the symbol again? It was there in the crevice of his mind, he needed to recall it. The foundation of the Light spell and the core to performing it. Mana no longer pulled along with sheer willpower or his Skill but it was now bending to his desires and the image he had in his mind—

[ Light ]

"Ah, you're finally done?" The bored voice of the Professor asked.

Han opened his eyes and once again was met with his pseudo-glow stick in his hand, "Uh yes, it's a little different from its normal ball shape."

"I can see that for myself."

He glanced to see Timothy still holding the ball of light in his hands—but he was making it disintegrate. There was a look of relief on his face.

It went well.

"Crude."

Han blinked and turned back to the Professor, biting back his words. "What do you mean, Professor? I did this Spell—"

"Yes, you even rewrote the components of the Light spell," The older man nodded his head, "Well done. You seem to have calibrated the spell naturally for the intention of producing that odd rectangular shape for a light orb. Well done." The man told him with a blank face, "But your method of drawing mana to create the spell is crude. Even shamanic."

Shamanic.

The man said it like it was a bad thing.

Professor Howard Carnus' expression told him the exact same thing—a repulsed look on his face and he shook his head. "Perform it again and do it with your internal mana."

"But… don't all Mages draw their sources from their surroundings as well?" Han could faintly recall it from previous lessons under High Mage Pierce.

"While it is true that a typical Mage can also source his spellcasting through the ambient mana in the air, there is still a certain finesse in drawing the mana and making it into your own." Professor Carnus said. "However, the way that you drew mana was in another method resembling those of Shamans from filthy tribes like goblins, orcs and other lesser species. With less mana than the average Human, what their Shamans do is collectively pool their energy to perform feats similar to magic."

"Similar to magic? Then isn't that just mag—"

"It's tribal magic. It is a crude method of spellcasting as expected of those of the unlearned ones."