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Chloro watched the small fla in Jelo’s palm for a few more seconds.
The fla stayed steady.
Small. Calm. Controlled.
Finally, Chloro nodded.
"Good."
Jelo slowly let the fla fade and lowered his hand, breathing out in relief. The tension he’d been holding across his shoulders for the past hour finally loosened, if only slightly. Keeping a fla that still required this much concentration. Not letting it grow. Not letting it die. Just holding it in that narrow middle space.
"That... was harder than I expected," he admitted.
Chloro turned around and walked toward the center of the yard again.
"That was only the foundation," he said. "Now we move to the next stage."
Jelo straightened imdiately.
"Fire compression."
Chloro raised one finger, and a fla appeared again. This ti, however, the fla did not grow outward like normal fire. Instead, it began to shrink.
The fire twisted inward, becoming smaller and smaller.
But the heat in the air suddenly increased.
Jelo could feel it from three steps away. A dry, pressing warmth that hadn’t been there a mont ago. Like standing closer to a furnace even though the source was sohow getting further away.
"How is it getting hotter if it’s getting smaller?" he asked.
"Because I’m compressing it," Chloro replied calmly.
The small fla continued shrinking until it was no bigger than a tiny bead.
But the air around it shimred from the intense heat. The light itself seed to bend slightly near Chloro’s fingertip, like the space around it couldn’t quite hold still.
"Fire normally spreads outward," Chloro explained. "But when you force it inward, you increase its density. The smaller it becos, the hotter and more powerful it gets."
Jelo stared at it. He understood the words. He wasn’t sure he fully believed them yet.
The bead of fire suddenly stretched into a thin shape.
A bullet.
Chloro flicked his hand forward.
FWOOOM!
The fire bullet shot across the yard faster than an arrow and struck the tal turret.
BOOM!
A smoking hole appeared through the thick tal. Edges blackened, curling slightly inward from the force of it. The impact didn’t leave a scorch mark. It left a puncture.
Jelo’s eyes widened.
"That’s... insane."
Chloro lowered his hand.
"If you master compression, your flas will beco far more dangerous," he said. "Instead of wasting energy with large explosions, you focus the power into a single point."
He looked at Jelo.
"Your turn."
Jelo raised his hand again. A normal fla appeared in his palm. Orange. Familiar. He’d summoned it hundreds of tis by now, enough that it ca almost without thinking. The compression part was what he had no fra for.
"First step," Chloro said, "stop the fla from spreading."
Jelo focused.
The fla flickered as he tried to keep it from growing. He thought about walls. About edges. About holding sothing in place rather than letting it do what it naturally wanted to do.
"Now compress it."
Jelo clenched his fingers slightly, concentrating.
The fla trembled.
Then it suddenly grew larger.
WHOOSH!
Chloro shook his head imdiately.
"You’re forcing it. Compression requires control, not brute strength."
Jelo exhaled sharply. That was the instinct, though. Push harder. Apply more pressure. He understood in theory that wasn’t the answer. His hands didn’t seem to know that yet.
Jelo took a breath and tried again.
Another fla appeared in his hand.
This ti he focused on pushing the fire inward instead of squeezing it. Like folding sothing rather than crushing it. Like gathering rather than strangling.
The fla slowly began shrinking.
Jelo’s eyes widened slightly.
"It’s working..."
But suddenly—
POOF.
The fla vanished.
Jelo groaned.
"I lost it."
Chloro nodded.
"That ans you removed too much heat."
He pointed at Jelo’s hand again.
"Again."
Jelo created another fla. He tried to hold onto what he’d felt in that brief mont before it disappeared. There had been sothing there. A sensation of inward pressure, of the fire responding to intention rather than force. He chased that feeling.
This ti he carefully pushed the fire inward.
The fla slowly shrank.
Smaller.
Smaller.
Sweat rolled down Jelo’s forehead as he concentrated. His jaw was tight. He could feel how thin the margin was — the distance between holding it and losing it entirely felt like a line he could barely see.
The fla beca the size of a marble.
Then a pebble.
Then—
It suddenly shot outward and exploded into sparks.
Jelo stumbled back a half step, throwing his arm up on instinct.
Chloro watched calmly.
"That’s progress," he said.
Jelo blinked. "Progress? That almost blew up in my face."
"Which ans you actually compressed it for a mont," Chloro replied. "Long enough for the energy to accumulate. That’s the first real step."
Jelo looked at his hand. His palm was unburned — his own fire didn’t hurt him, hadn’t for a long ti — but there was a faint heat still radiating from his skin. He hadn’t imagined it. He had actually compressed it.
He just hadn’t been able to hold it.
"Again."
He created another fla.
This ti he focused harder than before. Not on forcing, not on squeezing. On precision. On the gap between control and effort. He thought about the bead on Chloro’s finger. How still it had been. How contained.
The fire slowly shrank.
The air around his hand began to shimr from the heat.
Chloro’s eyes narrowed slightly.
He didn’t speak. Jelo was in the middle of sothing fragile and interrupting it now could unravel the whole thing. He just watched. asured.
The fla was getting smaller.
And smaller.
Jelo’s breathing slowed on its own. His focus narrowed down until the only thing in the yard was the fire in his hand and the thin thread of intention holding it together.
For the first ti...
Jelo had actually started compressing it.
"Good," Chloro said quietly.
"But don’t lose control now."
The tiny fla trembled in Jelo’s palm like a miniature star.
One wrong move...
And it would explode.
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