It didn't help much.
Everything still buzzed.
He stared at the ground. It looked the same. But his perception of it didn't.
"The stance you use when channeling?" Rathan said casually. "You lean your front shoulder too far forward. It's going to ruin your rotation on wide spells."
Merlin blinked.
"…You saw that?"
"I felt that. You carry your weight like a guy who's afraid of recoil."
Merlin squinted at him. "That's oddly specific."
"I trained in twelve different styles. I know bad habits when I see them."
Merlin looked down at his hand. He flexed it. Then formed a seal he didn't remember learning.
The glow sparked instantly.
He dropped it fast.
"Don't use it here," Rathan said. "The memory's already unstable. If you force too much mana through this space, you'll collapse the transfer."
Merlin's brow creased. "I thought this was all just… memory. Recorded. Safe."
"Nothing's safe when a god curses you," Rathan said. "Memory is only as stable as the mind holding it."
