It bounced a few tis before rolling to a stop in front of Sylvia. She’d finally caught her breath, but was still tired. She lightly kicked the bottle, letting it roll further away.
She turned to Aramith, intrigued.
"The YOum here isn’t as dense as in Yumaris, but I find it stable enough for ," she voiced out her thoughts. "Is this because you’re a higher level than ?"
This was how she was. If sothing intrigued her, she’d ask.
Before Aramith could answer, Lynnor shook her head. "Nah. If that’s the case, I’m more powerful than him." Listening to her, nothing showed that she’d been drinking heavily.
"It’s like blacksmithing."
"Blacksmithing?" She couldn’t understand what Lynnor ant, and Aramith was just as confused.
"You need to keep the piece in a fire till it’s red hot, then you tamper it till you get what you want."
She gestured, hamring with her hands.
"Even when you get the desired shape, you need to be careful with how you deal with it before cooling. If a tal is forcefully cooled, it’ll break."
She threw a bottle at Sylvia.
"Make it red," she commanded.
Sylvia understood and pointed a finger at it. A steady stream of fire flowed into the bottle, heating it. Within seconds, it was glowing red. She stopped before it reached the lting point.
"Good, now quickly fill it with cold."
Sylvia nodded, then gathered cold mist in her hand. When the mist ford a ball the size of the bottle, she directed it into the bottle.
Crash!
The bottle exploded, scattering shards all over the floor.
"Hehehe," Lynnor chuckled. "That’s you, Aramith...just...not that bad."
Aramith understood what she ant, and Sylvia more or less comprehended it.
"There’s a good concentration in the academy, but it won’t satisfy this thirsty boy," she pointed a thumb at Aramith while speaking to Sylvia.
Sylvia nodded in understanding. She was curious as to why Aramith’s cultivation had to be treated so delicately, but decided not to pry any more.
"I need to access those places with higher concentration."
Lynnor nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Just..."
She dug into her pockets, searching for sothing.
"Ah, it’s in my other pocket. Hold on."
She stood up, wading through the sea of bottles as she entered the house, cursing the bottles she’d scattered all over the place.
Aramith sighed again, rubbing his temples.
"How’s training?" he asked Sylvia and proceeded to pick a bottle.
Sylvia followed suit and started to collect the bottles.
"It’s okay. I see improvent in my control," she answered.
When their hands were full, they went to the side and dropped the bottles before coming back to collect more.
"It’s not stressful?" he asked, dropping another batch of bottles.
Sylvia shrugged. "My kingdom is based on military. Training without stress ans you’re not reaching your limits."
This wasn’t the first ti they’d gathered the bottles, and they moved naturally.
Sylvia wasn’t trying to cover Lynnor.
Lynnor has made her repeat her dragon manifestations repeatedly for several days now.
The first day, she made Mozrael manifest a fire dragon, and when Sylvia also did the sa, the difference was too grand.
Mozrael’s dragon moved gracefully and naturally. Also, the details of her dragon were perfect and too realistic.
This difference made Sylvia aware of the gap between them.
And with that, Lynnor forced her to keep practicing. She was to keep it up till she reached Mozrael’s level.
Until that happened, she wouldn’t be taught anything else.
Mozrael was made to read several books that Lynnor decided would help expand her knowledge, which explained why she was stuck inside reading.
In a few minutes, they’d gathered all the bottles to the side, and looking at the ground where the bottles all lay, one could see charred marks.
Sylvia raised her hand, and a ball of fla appeared.
They threw the fla at the bottles, and it manifested into a small dragon that slithered around the bottles before sinking into them, burning them.
The flas reflected in their eyes; Aramith’s was calm and cold like still water, and Sylvia’s was steeled with determination.
"Found it!" A muffled shout ca from behind, but none of them turned, knowing she was still in her room.
Shortly after that, heavy footsteps sounded, and the door opened. "Catch!"
Aramith turned quickly and saw a tiny silver glint flying towards him.
He caught it and looked at the ring that now lay in his palm.
"You need that to go to those places in the academy," Lynnor said as she sat down, her hair disheveled and ssy.
Aramith asked for directions before leaving.
He went to Mozrael, and she dropped the book. "Going sowhere?" She asked.
Aramith nodded. "The YOum here isn’t too strong. I need a more concentrated place. Lynnor showed sowhere I can cultivate better," he explained.
Mozrael stood up. "I’ll go with you." It wasn’t a request.
Aramith pondered a while before going back to Lynnor in the back with Mozrael following closely behind.
"Does she also need a ring to co with ?"
Lynnor looked past him to Mozrael. "You wanna go too?"
Mozrael nodded. "I’m going with him."
"Okay, just tell them you’re paying for both of you," she waved at Aramith.
"Paying?" Aramith knew there was sothing more she wasn’t explaining.
"Just use the ring when you get there and say you’re paying for you two to go in. You’ll understand when you get there. Shoo."
Lynnor hated having to explain things she wasn’t interested in, and since there wouldn’t be any problem, as she said, Aramith turned and left.
"Let’s go," he called.
Mozrael nodded towards Sylvia, who also nodded back.
When the door closed behind her, Lynnor suddenly burst into laughter.
"Oh, I can’t wait to hear how much trouble they caused, hahaha!"
Sylvia shook her head. She didn’t want to even guess what chaos Lynnor was referring to. She didn’t worry because she was assured Aramith and mozrael won’t be troubled by anyone.
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