A strange spell model was taking shape, its nodes sometimes multiplying rapidly, sometimes gradually dwindling.
At times, it pulsed like a heart; at others, some change would cause it to fall silent. Yet on closer inspection, all of it seemed illusory, as though that pulsing had never happened at all.
The prospect of becoming a true, fully realized Three-Ring Wizard was beckoning to him.
Preparing this one spell would solve several problems at once. Not only would it complete the permanent fixing of his Third Ring spell, it would also construct his spell heart, which would become his demon heart. It could begin to bear his demon true name more effectively, so those few true-name characters would no longer look half-dead and on the verge of disappearing. He could also try to gather more true-name characters faster. After fixing the spell, he could continue advancing his Meditation Method, taking another step toward the long-awaited pinnacle of Three-Ring Wizards: the Origin Wizard everyone aspired to become.
Perhaps his preconceptions and expectations had influenced his mind, but viewed as an abstract work of art, the spell model under construction actually bore some resemblance to a heart.
Ruger let out strange cries, yet remained calm within.
He had spoken of finishing the spell in one go, but in truth, he had embarked directly on a long journey.
He only hoped the Old Wizard would not call him away at a time like this.
That would be a terrible damper, and he could not refuse.
Time passed, and the spell model continued to grow amid constant changes and adjustments.
At this moment, the three special languages did more than give him a clearer understanding of himself in demon form. Immersed in this state, he gained another layer of understanding, a perspective like the one