Killian stared at the lights coming from his mana. The countless shades and colors, intertwining, layering or melting into others. It would have made kids with epilepsy have a seizure.
Not that Killian would ever do something so cruel.
Unless they did something to deserve it.
The lights were turned off right now in order for Killian to better observe his own mana. But it also made it harder for him to write down his notes.
"Red is almost always anger...would hatred be this darker shade then? While rage or frustration seems to be this lighter shade..."
The sounds of him muttering and the pen scratching on paper was all that could be heard.
It was extremely difficult, each different shade represented a different emotion, one that Killian had to deduce the identity of through observation and speculation. It wouldn't just tell him what they were after all, so he was running on a lot of assumptions here.
