He withdrew from his state of focused contemplation.
This time, Lu Cang's thoughts on Magic were not about the depth of any specific spell.
Instead, they diverged. He contemplated the history of the Magic, the intent of the person who created it, and how he might make others understand its underlying conceptual framework.
'With Magic, it isn't just about understanding how a spell is constructed or how to cast it.'
'There's also something akin to an artistic conception to it…'
'If you follow that conception and gather Magic Power, coalescing the Magic is just a natural consequence.'
'But if you just memorize it by rote, forcing your Magic Power along the fixed pathways described in a Magic Book, it actually becomes more complicated.'
"Make Casting a part of your body's instincts."
"Just like unleashing a Combat Skill. You don't have to think; your body just moves."
"It's really true... All arts are interconnected."
Lu Cang closed the Magic Book and sighed with feeling.
