Shadow of the Abyss

'There was power in all things,' She'd told him weeks before. 'It's esstially true with the language of the Seraphim and Fall.'

Such a command had prov to be frustrating to the young Altair, but he had found solace as each letter and curvature of runes found itself within his consciousness, buzzing aimlessly.

Applications quickly coveted his consciousness as words began to gather within his mind. In a matter of an hour to a span of a few weeks, Altair had found himself proficit ough to speak the Enochian and Infernal language.

"Continue to the next page," Came the voice of Luna with an adamant stare.

At her words, the mature expression he always portrayed broke into a childlike smile as he followed her instruction towards the Rune Circle writt in Enochian.

"Shadow Cage," Said Altair in Enochian. Noting the five-star ptagram, each carrying a differt sigil.

"Oh?" Caught by surprise, Luna hid her expression. It was widely known that only the Seraphim could speak Enochian as he just did. A racial trait that was unique to very few species. Ev those that held the ability required hundreds of years of trial and error.

Suddly the Rune Circle lit up with magical light dark as the very night. Eerie fog rose from the earth, gathering t meters in diameter a Altair's ankles.

[Shadow Cage is Active]

"Big sis… what is this?"

"You like it?" Luna rang, with a bright smile, her eyes focused on the grimoire in his hand. "Seems your Mother gave you quite a big gift. At least for now, we can mask your weakness with this grimoire. Look there" She pointed towards the fog of darkness.

"As you can see within the grimoire, Shadow Cage consists of Five Sigils crafted from a cluster of runes: Domain, Shadow, Trap, Fog, and Mana: This is a five-star tier-one spell. The Mana Sigil gives the spell power. The Fog Sigil gives the spell form. The Trap Sigil gives the spell intt. The domain Rune just as it sounds, gives the spell range.

And lastly, the Shadow Sigil gives the spell a target in which to trap."

"So if there is no shadow, their spell will fail?"

"That is incorrect," Luna declared. " The spell will become active. But It'll merely lack a target."

"Th how does a spell determine size and Range? Why is the diameter only t meters? Why did the spell start at my feet? Can I control—

"Easy! My cute little brother. Size and Range are determined by the Mana giv to the grimoire, but as it has a core, it can gerate and regerate its own Mana. Now as to why the spell began at your feet. It was because the Grimore made it so.

That book you hold has a mind and holds an added function called 'Spell Assist.' Without the grimoire, you'll need the XYZ coordinates alongside perfect control of Mana Nodes. And before you ask, Mana Nodes are microscopic nodes of mana smaller than atoms. By manipulating these microscopic nodes and directing them to your desired location, you'll be able to target any location you can perceive."

And her eyes came sharp as she pointed directly at Altair's eyes. A shard of ice suddly sprang into being, a millimeter away from his eye.

Altair felt his skin crawl as his instincts warned of any movemt, yet… he was smiling. Enthralled by what Luna had done.

"Get good ough, and you can explode someone's brain simply by manipulating Mana within their skulls. It's quite simple."

'But I could also use it to heal someone. I'd beagle to target viruses or poisons on a fundamtal level." The young prince mused, muttering to himself, his words turning Luna silt as she stared grimly.

'I see now… I think I get why Altair can't control Mana. He truly is like her. ' She thought, sweeping her gaze towards her disciple in the forest and th back to Altair. She clapped her hands: "Keep practicing this spell, but try it in Infernal next time before trying to control the direction of Mana."

Wonder flashed through Altair as he fell in love with the idea of magic. As intoxicating as he felt wielding his sword. Altair quickly found an tire world he never thought possible. Despite the repetition, Altair quickly found his control and understanding of the spells growing.

And yet, with each cast, each breakdown through the sev days of continuous casting, Altair's eyes slowly began to find themselves within the cter of the Ptagram.

It was bare. Almost as if it was missing a major compont.

During this time, Altair had learned the World of Magic was on a level of its own. The runes of Enochian were only the beginning. It wasn't ough to know an ancit language. He needed to learn how to build sigils.

Sigils were the heart of all magic.

He had memorized five already: Domain, Shadow, Trap, Fog, and Mana. And each of them was complex with a fundamtal purpose that could be se in many other spells.

"Big Sis," Altair began turning towards Luna with a perplexed expression. "Can we add another sigil within the heart of this Ptagram?"

"I see you've noticed. You can, but that spot is usually reserved for your crest." She responded.

"Mine?"

"As stit beings, we are slaves to our emotions and desires. Each of our desires is predicated on how we live our lives. It's what makes you, you." And her fingers danced through the air as light trailed after her finger. In less than half a heartbeat, Altair saw a beautiful cresct moon shimmering with untold wonder. "This is my Sigil, birth from my very soul upon the day I came into being.

By adding it into any spell, you'll not just gain full authority over your spell, but you'll be able to hance it with your emotions and life experices."

"Desires, emotions, and experices have power?"

"Indeed," Luna whispered, dismissing her Sigil. " If you are able to find your Sigil in this lifetime. You will fundamtally be able to—"

"Like this?"

"—Make your spell t times… What the Hell!"