Uriel, seated on his boulder not far away, paid no attention to any of it, their clash not disturbing him in the slightest.
His back was straight, breaths slow and rhythmic, eyes closed, his mind plunged into a deep state of meditation.
The Mage Circles.
Uriel had given the matter a great deal of thought, spending long hours theorising, mulling over the explanations, tips, and examples laid out in his guide.
He had almost gone to the shop to buy more guides, just to gain a broader understanding of the subject and ensure his decision was the right one.
But Enoch's breakthrough had completely rewired his way of thinking.
Not only had it given him several ideas he was certain would prove pivotal to their future, but it had also given him the answer he'd been searching for regarding his mage circles.
He had five runic languages, and could therefore become a fifth-circle mage.
