He recognized them.
They were Elemental Sovereign channels. The same class he had held before evolving into Avatar of the Elements and then into Harbinger of Aeons, the same fundamental structure he had built his own pathways on before outgrowing it many times over.
Morgana's channels were wider than his had ever been at that stage, carved deep by five hundred years of relentless use and refined by the kind of obsessive study that only a woman who had dedicated her entire existence to elemental magic could achieve. Dense, powerful, carrying mana in volumes that dwarfed what his own reserves could match.
And they were crude.
Compared to what his own had become after two class evolutions and the Abyssal Genesis Physique reshaping every pathway in his body, Morgana's architecture was a relic.
