'This feeling…'
Theron felt the equivalent of a twitching finger, but in the depths of his Meridians instead. Every time it happened, he had the urge to complete a new circulation path, each one calling to him in a different way.
There were just… so many.
Even though his Water Mancy Meridians were only 4–5% of his channels, the number of variations within them was countless. It felt like there were an infinite number of Spells he could cast, each one unique from the one following it, or the one before it, or the two preceding it.
Even Theron found himself being quickly overwhelmed, and he had to pull himself out of that state, his brows furrowing.
'I need to focus my attention more. I'm lacking powerful attack Spells… and defense Spells… and area control Spells…'
In reality, he was lacking in everything. All of his Spells were weak, and he only managed to take them so far because of his ingenuity. But after a moment, he relaxed and decided on something.
