After a while, Angor could no longer see the meters. His eyes were still following behind the golden lines, but he did not know if it was himself or his instinct controlling them.
Sometime later, Angor’s view darkened and he fell to the floor. His face was pale. He felt like vomiting as if someone was stirring his brain with a stick.
“Reached your limit?” Flora’s voice woke Angor from “being brain-stirred”.
Angor flipped himself over in a daze and sat on the floor for a long time. Sunders did not rush him. The man found a cup of tea from somewhere and was taking notes using his quill.
When Angor felt a little better, he slowly stood up with the help of a table leg.
“Thirteen,” Angor revealed a bitter smile. His face was still pale.
People said wizards’ spiritual power indicators had little to do with what they could achieve, but Angor still felt defeated. Thirteen was just barely beyond a failure.
All talents and wizards were beyond ten. As Angor recalled, Sunders said that Easley who joined Tower of Hurricane had a spiritual power indicator of 23. That was ten points higher than himself, which meant Easley could train channeling method a lot faster.
If Angor did not wish to be left behind by Easley, he must choose a good channeling method which had a fitness of at least 20% for him.
“The indicator does not determine your future,” Sunders comforted him. He then changed the topic and said, “I said I’d tell you your talent once you become an apprentice. I didn’t mean to hide it. It’s because your talent is a little special, and I don’t know how far you can go. Still, I’m certain that your talent is related to the Nightmare Realm. Maybe we can find an answer over there.”
We?
Angor noticed his wording.
“You’re going too, teacher?” asked Angor.
Sunders nodded. “How can you find the channeling method book if I’m not with you?”
“Oh. Yes.”
Sunders smiled. “The Nightmare Realm is a particular world. It projects a reality and sends it into an imaginary form. This means that if we enter the place from here, we may appear in the sky, inside the same airship.
“To avoid something like that, and find the exact location of the book, we must possess a seed.”
“A seed?” Angor asked.
Sunders walked to Angor and put a broad hand on Angor’s bladebone. “This is the seed.”
Angor reached for his back where a woman with sutured face wounded him in a strange world.
“The wound on your soul is a seed. It can guide us to the place where you received that wound,” Sunders smiled again.
Where he received the wound? The Padt Manor in the Nightmare Realm! The seed would take him to the strange Padt Manor full of weird creatures and the sutured woman?
Sunders took out a glass vial. The bottom of the vial was covered in a small amount of blood which released a mild glimmer.
“This, is a seed too. It’s my blood, I spilled it when fighting a monster in the Nightmare Realm. The blood will bring us back to that place… where I saw the channeling method book.”