In the void of his own mind, Aurelion focused on the air in his palm. His goal was to infuse his energy into the air, to make his energy become those molecules.
"The air we breathe is 99% oxygen and nitrogen," he thought, recalling knowledge from a past life.
"The other 1% is a mix of countless other molecules I don't recall, and I probably don't need to. For wind, it should be enough to transfer my energy to these molecules, or perhaps convert my energy into them."
He maintained his focus, pushing his will into the unseen.
Meanwhile, sounds of success began to fill the classroom.
The dwarf child who scared by Lyra, a few of the Northerners, a beastkin boy, and Ylva. they were all beginning to manifest their elements.
The dwarf's hands took on a stony texture, water beaded on the Northerners' desks, a flicker of flame appeared in the beastkin's palm, and a gentle breeze stirred around Ylva. Cries of joy and surprise started to fill the room.
