The only difference was that the Light spell Stellatu released far exceeded the heat of a normal Light spell, as if the fire elementals in the air were dancing with joy.
Crack!
For some reason, the bronze mirror on the vanity suddenly shattered into pieces.
Crack, crack, crack!
As the mirror shattered further, the flying bronze shards shot toward Stellatu's arm, slicing through her sleeve.
In a daze, her personal maid burst into the room and hurriedly took Stellatu away, frantically seeking treatment for her.
Everything became increasingly blurry, and the sounds grew fainter.
...
"Ha-hoo! Huff... huff..."
On the wooden bed, Durin, who had been sleeping, suddenly sat up; he gasped for air, his heart beating powerfully in his chest, sounding exceptionally loud in the silent middle of the night.
In the middle of the night, Durin stared out the window at his clothes hanging to dry, swaying back and forth in the night breeze like a harmless ghost. Even now, he felt sore all over.
In truth, Durin always felt like an outsider, as if he had never truly integrated into Zaun; he didn't like this feeling.
When he returned home last night, his mind was muddled and he was too tired; after drinking twelve large mugs of beer, he fell into a heavy sleep, not expecting to have such a strange dream where he remembered the red-haired woman calling the noble girl... Stellatu?!
Durin's expression suddenly changed, and he immediately turned to look at the uniquely shaped harp placed in the corner; it wasn't emitting any strange light, that blood-red vertical pupil was tightly closed, and the strings were dull and lusterless.
That's right, he had still brought this harp home with him.
For some reason, ever since he possessed Darkin power in his body, his perception of this harp had always been an indescribable sense of familiarity.
Durin grabbed a water cup nearby and poured water into his mouth.
Drinking a bit too fast, Durin couldn't stop coughing, and the remaining water in the cup spilled onto the ground. Looking at the water stains on the floor, reflecting his face which now had more defined features, he sat on the bed, silent for a long time.
After a while, he finally calmed down and thought about what the dream he just had was all about.
He didn't understand why he would dream of a noble girl called Stellatu; if he remembered correctly, that Darkin Harp claimed to be the Ascended Stellatu.
Actually, Durin had also thought about Stellatu's origin; the weapon she inhabited was a harp, and only two types of people use harps: musicians who rely on it for a living, or nobles who take it as a hobby.
Durin had a bold guess: in the process of the Darkin Harp Stellatu trying to possess him, her memories and power were transmitted together, but because the system judged it as a script, it was forcibly shut down and kicked out of his body.
Therefore, a part of Stellatu's memories might have remained in Durin's body along with the Darkin power.
Suddenly, Durin realized that he still remembered the words spoken by the red-haired woman in the dream; he hurriedly used English letters to record the pronunciation of the incantation from the dream, and then silently recited it a couple of times while recording.
The spell model from the dream was now vivid in Durin's mind; he had an intuition that he should be able to cast this spell easily, as if it were innate.
So, at this moment, Durin concentrated fully, attempting to draw the spell model pattern described by the red-haired woman in the dream within his mind.
At Durin's current level, he couldn't yet talk about manipulating or researching and understanding runes, but it was no problem for him to mimic the existing spell model.
Countless tiny runes, like starlight, were accumulating and stacking in his mind bit by bit according to his will.
As he continuously carved the runes in his mind, a complete Light spell model floated there, like a shining pyramid.
"ua..."
A strange monosyllable came from Durin's mouth, and then a burst of intense light suddenly erupted from his fingertips.
In an instant!
The entire room was filled with the sudden burst of intense light, like a small sun, unrestrainedly releasing light and heat in all directions, illuminating the entire space.
Success!
Durin had successfully cast the Light spell.
At this moment, Durin didn't feel as excited as he had imagined, but he wasn't completely indifferent either.
After all, this meant he had finally stepped onto the path of the arcane and become a true Mage Apprentice.
It also meant that the door to the supreme path of a mage, which was originally tightly closed, had now completely opened to him.
At this moment, Durin also knew that if he could go to a mage institution to certify his status as a Mage Apprentice, his life would undergo a Shattered Earth change.
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