"This feeling... is really interesting..."
Sean casually found a rock to sit on and clenched his fists, sensing the magic within his body.
The nature of his magic seemed to have changed somewhat. It was more solid, and also more... free.
Yes, Sean felt that only freedom could describe his current magic.
A wizard's bloodline was like a vortex, drawing the drifting magical power of the world into the wizard's body. Bloodlines could naturally "produce" magic, but magic was ultimately born between heaven and earth. No matter how close it was to nature, magic was not truly a part of the body.
Every wizard could sense magic and manipulate it, but the very use of words like "sense" and "manipulate" meant that magic could not move as flexibly as a wizard controlled their own limbs.
There was something like a reflexive process involved. Magic would always be a little slower to receive the thoughts sent out by a wizard's mind.
The outstanding among wizards were often those who could make their magic react faster. The very best—like Sean in the past—had thought he was doing well enough. But now, he finally understood the gap between himself and people like Dumbledore and Grindelwald.
True peerless geniuses like them had free magic. Yet that freedom was not aimless wandering; it was magic rushing joyfully and unrestrainedly through every cell of the body, even every corner around it.
Whenever a wizard needed it, that magic would immediately follow its master's will, responding to spells, wands, and everything else in the freest possible state.
If he truly had to give it a concrete name, Sean thought the term "Magic Affinity" was rather fitting.
If this talent were rated from zero to ten, most ordinary people would only be around four, five, or six. Exceptional