Energy

The figures on the panel made it clear.

Even before Ryan inherited his superpowers, he could already protect himself in this world.

Beside him, the Guard looked downcast. "Sooner or later, I'll collapse like that roof, won't I?"

"You won't." Ryan shook his head. "People have friends and family to support them. They don't fall so easily. And when you need it, I can help hold you up."

"...Ryan." The Guard's eyes grew moist.

The Sorcerers of Kamar-Taj were friendly to one another, but distant. Someone as warm as Ryan was rare.

If Ryan hadn't been a man, the Guard might have given him a fierce hug.

And Ryan was extraordinarily gifted.

The Guard had never seen a Sorcerer like him in all his time at Kamar-Taj.

He had immense talent without being arrogant.

He could settle down and study.

And his Magic improved every day.

Even the Guard couldn't help wanting to praise someone like that. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Ryan, you shouldn't be stuck here. You need more people to teach you."

"More people?" Ryan asked.

The Guard nodded. "Yes. I'll introduce you to Hachir. He's been here longer than I have."

With that, the Guard slipped on his Sling Ring and drew a circle in front of him.

A fiery red opening appeared at his command. It wasn't large, but he stuck his head through.

On the other side stood a middle-aged man in Taoist robes, with a long beard and an alert face.

What drew the eye most were his hands. His palms were gone, leaving only rounded ends.

Even so, he could still draw a Magic Circle.

He was the man the Guard had come to find. With only his head poking through the Portal, he called, "Hachir."

Hachir jolted at the