A Two-Ring Wizard. A true Two-Ring Wizard.
Not a disgraceful fraud like Mahama, who had not even fixed a spell in place.
Ruger stretched, letting his thoughts wander. Now, casting Boundless Cage no longer required any preparation to empower it. With a mere thought, the spell sprang forth at his will, and his control over it had risen another level. He had also gained a different sense of what a fixed spell was. It had already merged with his mental power space and, in theory, touched the wizard's soul on some level, becoming something like an instinct. As time passed, the two would grow ever more closely entwined.
Previously, he had thought that completing the fixation meant the spell had fused well with him. But now, after his mental power had grown, he realized that the fusion had not been complete. Instead, it would gradually approach perfection as the wizard meditated, with every increase in mental power, large or small. He could also sense the ingenuity of the design. Some wizards chose spells that did not suit them particularly well, and reaching that end point directly was not a good choice. This design allowed for a smooth, complete transition. Compatible spells made the transition faster, while less compatible ones took longer.
Without even realizing it, every wizard would attain a perfection of their own.
On careful observation and reflection, everything he now enjoyed and took for granted had once been a groundbreaking innovation.
The spell slot was one such great invention. Through all manner of meditation methods, at the instant of sublimation and transformation, in that brief moment when breaking through the boundary caused mental power to surge, a wizard left a gap within themselves. That incompleteness existed so they could become more perfect later: an ingenious, beautiful vacancy.
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