"Why do you say that?"
Ronan fell silent for a moment before asking.
"Because your soul contains too many impurities. If you force a breakthrough, you'll most likely die. If you choose not to break through, you might actually live longer than ordinary people..."
"The impurities in my Spiritual Power?"
"I said your soul."
The crisp voice corrected him. "In other words, what people commonly call wizard talent—soul aptitude."
"Soul aptitude."
As they spoke, a beam of light shone out from the blue-roofed house.
The light condensed before Ronan into the shape of a prismatic crystal.
The crystal was beautiful, clear and translucent, refracting the colors of winter sunlight.
"This is a soul with the finest aptitude. It contains not a trace of impurity, is naturally attuned to every element, and meditates at an astonishing rate."
Ronan studied the transparent crystal curiously. Suddenly, a blot of ink seeped into the beautiful crystal, rapidly turning it murky.
In an instant, the entire crystal became dark and clouded.
"This is your soul."
Ronan found it hard to accept. "Is my aptitude really that bad?"
"Worse than you imagine. The fact that you've made it this far proves that the development of the age has indeed greatly advanced Magic Potion Studies."
"..."
The crisp voice seemed not to realize how devastating its words had been to Ronan's spirit and continued on its own.
"The blackness that makes the crystal opaque is what I mean by soul impurities.
"For apprentice wizards to advance to formal wizards, the key is purifying the soul. The Soul Ignition Potion burns away the impurities in the soul, allowing the soul to transform."
"With your soul aptitude, if you want to meet the standard for further purification and successfully advance to a formal wizard, you'll need at least five