After an unusually quiet lunch, Adam said goodbye to his fiancée and mother before retiring to his room.
He needed to decide what to do about Zev.
The door closed behind him with a dull thud. The calm of the house contrasted with the constant noise of thoughts in his mind.
He sat down at the desk and rested his chin on his hand as he looked at the old leather-bound book. In its pages, he had written down, from memory, spells he had witnessed in his past life.
Thanks to his SSS-rank magical talent, his mind was clearer, more precise. He remembered complex formulas, runic structures, and advanced variations.
The problem wasn't memory.
It was compatibility.
Many of those spells didn't match his affinities.
Strange affinities. Rare even among prodigies.
He had traveled across the continent in his other life, seeing enough to reconstruct some possible paths... but with his current circle, trying to force them would be suicidal.
He slowly closed the book.
