But before he began, he spoke to the open air, a silent address to the being he carried within. "I know you heard my words with my brother, and I plan on keeping my promise. I will drag you down with me before I let you unleash your rage upon us."
He paused, a flicker of something akin to awe crossing his face. "I was too young back then to understand what my mentor meant by 'cursing' me with you. But I cannot deny the help you've been all these years."
"Imagine my surprise when mana and magic, things so simple to me, were a struggle for all my peers and comrades. At first, I thought it was my talent, my genius. But it was only when I tried to diversify into elements that were not my own that I knew the truth—it was all your doing."
Vellok reached out, and the very light in the air seemed to coalesce into a brilliant orb in his palm. "Comprehending the light element was as simple as breathing for me," he confessed, the orb pulsing in time with his words.
