[He has taught his students that magic obeys the wielder. Their perceptions shape the way the power flows but it is theirs. It belongs to their soul.
Until now he hasn’t fully grasped how that could change even his perceptions. Diluc climbs to his feet and the flames shift and move, rippling over him as he comes fully to his feet.
He doesn’t think of the rules he knows. Both elemental magics are his and come from the same source. Why should they oppose one another? He doesn’t think about how they shouldn’t.
That is meant for the past. Glittering shards of ice fall from his fingers and this time, the magic moves through him like an electric current. One way it flows out turns to heat. The other to bitter cold h it all of his magic is a burning power that sears no matter what way it cuts.
He is unharmed by it when perceived in this new mindset.]
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Until now he hasn’t fully grasped how that could change even his perceptions. Diluc climbs to his feet and the flames shift and move, rippling over him as he comes fully to his feet.
He doesn’t think of the rules he knows. Both elemental magics are his and come from the same source. Why should they oppose one another? He doesn’t think about how they shouldn’t.
That is meant for the past. Glittering shards of ice fall from his fingers and this time, the magic moves through him like an electric current. One way it flows out turns to heat. The other to bitter cold h it all of his magic is a burning power that sears no matter what way it cuts.
He is unharmed by it when perceived in this new mindset.]