Kael sat on the grass near the edge of Wrenvale, legs crossed and eyes closed, Omni-Vision pulsing through his mind like a second heartbeat. Ten minutes—that was his new limit without pain. Ten minutes of seeing the world for what it was.
Lines of motion. Threads of energy. Invisible eddies in the air. Every object around him became more than its shape. It became a structure—a system of patterns and movement and purpose.
But understanding was still slow.
The bark of a tree showed dozens of overlapping layers. A single blade of grass flickered with internal flow he couldn't yet decipher. He saw them, but didn't know what he was seeing.
Why does magic have structure? he thought. What am I missing?
Later that day, he wandered through the village, hoping to clear his head. Near the well, a woman stood beside a rack of wet clothes, her hands glowing faint green as wind spiraled around the fabric. It was gentle but effective.
Kael watched her for a moment. Then approached with caution.
"Excuse me," he said. "Could I... try something with your magic? It won't hurt. I just want to see if I can interact with it."
The woman raised an eyebrow. "You're the one who healed Bren, right?"
He nodded.
She hesitated, then slowly stepped aside, hands still glowing. "Alright. But if my laundry ends up on the roof..."
He smiled. "I'll take full responsibility."
Kael activated Omni-Vision.
The magic wasn't light. It had mass—not physical, but something else. It curled outward from her palms in threads and spirals, like faint smoke mixed with heat.
He reached out with Minor Teleport.
Nothing at first.
He narrowed his focus, visualizing only part of the stream—just the leftward arc of wind—and blinked it two feet to the side.
The spiral broke.
Wind magic stuttered and weakened, and a few garments sagged. The woman blinked, startled.
"That felt... strange," she said. "Like something tugged at it."
"Let me try one more thing," Kael said, focusing again—this time on the magic at the source. The flow from her hands.
He targeted the streaming energy right at the edge of contact, then teleported it away.
The entire spell collapsed.
Her hands dimmed. The air stilled.
Kael blinked, stunned. He hadn't touched her. Just the magic itself. But it had worked. He'd interrupted the flow—cut off the magic at its root.
"I didn't know that was possible," he muttered.
The woman rubbed her hands, frowning, but not angry. "I didn't feel any pain. Just... like something snapped."
He nodded, deep in thought.
So magic could be teleported. Or at least part of it. He couldn't move all of it—only slices, threads, edges. But he could influence spells. Disrupt them. Maybe even stop them if timed right.
It opened an entirely new door.
Magic wasn't untouchable.
He could shape it.
Move it.
Control it.